The Half-Life Transcriptions
The tale of the worlds' best ever PC game, told in story form. NOTES: Speech split up (thanx Amber, () apologies for block-like appearance, had problems during document uploading. More chapters on the way, and stay tuned for the Opposing Force and Blue Shift Transcriptions! Enjoy
ALL CONTENT RELATING TO HALF-LIFE COPYRIGHT VIVENDI UNIVERSAL PUBLISHING AND VALVE SOFTWARE. CERTAIN ELEMENTS OF THIS STORY ARE COPYRIGHTED TO SPINECHICKEN
PROLOGUE
LOCATION: Lambda Teleportation Laboratories, Black Mesa Research Facility, New Mexico
TIMESCALE: December 1st 1998, 21:43 hours EVENT TIME MINUS 12 HOURS 23 MINUTES
The cavernous teleportation hall stood aglow with green light. The scars of nuclear waste, that had been its carriage since 1972 still evident on the peeling wall paper. Yet tonight this hall was thriving with activity. Scientists hustled and bustled around computer control consoles, tapping at keys, frantically trying to work out the problem. High above the mighty steel clamps that sat apart, Dr Stephen Portents frantically worked the dials and switches whilst speaking into the microphone.
"Jackson, can you hear me?"
The muffled signal was filled with static. A scientist below looked up and hollered.
"We're boosting the interdimensional antenna aim"
"Jackson" Portents voice was filled with anxiety. Then, over the intercom, sounds of gunfire, screams and indescribable noises became apparent.
".we.can't *bang* hold these things off.everyone..dead.coming through now..aieee!"
A drip of fearful sweat leapt off Portents' face and onto the control console. He looked up, reassured by the Black Mesa security guards stood at the exits, armed with heavy body armour and shotguns. Portents' attention was then drawn back to the control console. It flickered, the light displaying the words "portal forming" lit up. Alarms sounded, and the scientists scuttled behind their protective glass sheets. The clamps cam together, energy beams from the ceiling channelling to each of them. There was a bright flash of light, and then appeared a hole. The noise was deafening, bouncing around the metal walls of the hall. Portents' peered into the hole. It was possible to see through it, into the world beyond. All he could make out was green, his glasses steamed up with a nervous sweat. Then, an orange figure came toward the portal, blocking out the light. He was running toward the portal. Just as he hit it there was another flash of light. The portal began to close, thrusting the figure into the hall. The clamps flew back with a horrific metallic screech, and all fell dark and silent.
Portents' clambered down from the control area to the body, where both scientists and guards stood. He pushed his way forward, glaring at them.
"Well don't just stand there, get his helmet off"
The body sizzled, the orange of the suit almost faded to black. Portents began to pull on the helmet, it was sticking. He gave an almighty tug and it flew off.revealing the horrors beneath. The suit wearers face was gone, replaced by a horrific bloodied and burnt skull, the mouth and eyes agape with horror. Several of the scientists turned away and threw up. Portents swore to himself. One of the guards spoke up.
"Hey..Doc, there's something written on him, on his leg"
Portents replaced his glasses and looked to where the guard was gesticulating. It was hardly legible, but scrawled on the leg, in blood, was the word "Freeman" Before Portents could speak; a shrill voice broke his concentration.
"Another burn out I see"
Portents looked up to see a suit-clad figure, the Administrator, staring at the body, shaking his head.
"Poor Thompson"
"Yes, I'm sure you regret it, this is the second death in a week we've had from trying to recover your damned crystals"
The administrator gave Portents an icy cold glare.
"These crystals will prove valuable, you will continue with the project" He turned and began to walk away
"Yes, but the more you risk the more the likelihood of a resonance cascade, and the more likelihood of this. WHAT IS THIS FOR!" screamed Portents.
The administrator blotted out the noise, smoothing his suit and leaving the room quiet, except for the shrill ringing of the alarms.
BREEP BREEP BREEP!
The tale of the worlds' best ever PC game, told in story form. NOTES: Speech split up (thanx Amber, () apologies for block-like appearance, had problems during document uploading. More chapters on the way, and stay tuned for the Opposing Force and Blue Shift Transcriptions! Enjoy
ALL CONTENT RELATING TO HALF-LIFE COPYRIGHT VIVENDI UNIVERSAL PUBLISHING AND VALVE SOFTWARE. CERTAIN ELEMENTS OF THIS STORY ARE COPYRIGHTED TO SPINECHICKEN
PROLOGUE
LOCATION: Lambda Teleportation Laboratories, Black Mesa Research Facility, New Mexico
TIMESCALE: December 1st 1998, 21:43 hours EVENT TIME MINUS 12 HOURS 23 MINUTES
The cavernous teleportation hall stood aglow with green light. The scars of nuclear waste, that had been its carriage since 1972 still evident on the peeling wall paper. Yet tonight this hall was thriving with activity. Scientists hustled and bustled around computer control consoles, tapping at keys, frantically trying to work out the problem. High above the mighty steel clamps that sat apart, Dr Stephen Portents frantically worked the dials and switches whilst speaking into the microphone.
"Jackson, can you hear me?"
The muffled signal was filled with static. A scientist below looked up and hollered.
"We're boosting the interdimensional antenna aim"
"Jackson" Portents voice was filled with anxiety. Then, over the intercom, sounds of gunfire, screams and indescribable noises became apparent.
".we.can't *bang* hold these things off.everyone..dead.coming through now..aieee!"
A drip of fearful sweat leapt off Portents' face and onto the control console. He looked up, reassured by the Black Mesa security guards stood at the exits, armed with heavy body armour and shotguns. Portents' attention was then drawn back to the control console. It flickered, the light displaying the words "portal forming" lit up. Alarms sounded, and the scientists scuttled behind their protective glass sheets. The clamps cam together, energy beams from the ceiling channelling to each of them. There was a bright flash of light, and then appeared a hole. The noise was deafening, bouncing around the metal walls of the hall. Portents' peered into the hole. It was possible to see through it, into the world beyond. All he could make out was green, his glasses steamed up with a nervous sweat. Then, an orange figure came toward the portal, blocking out the light. He was running toward the portal. Just as he hit it there was another flash of light. The portal began to close, thrusting the figure into the hall. The clamps flew back with a horrific metallic screech, and all fell dark and silent.
Portents' clambered down from the control area to the body, where both scientists and guards stood. He pushed his way forward, glaring at them.
"Well don't just stand there, get his helmet off"
The body sizzled, the orange of the suit almost faded to black. Portents began to pull on the helmet, it was sticking. He gave an almighty tug and it flew off.revealing the horrors beneath. The suit wearers face was gone, replaced by a horrific bloodied and burnt skull, the mouth and eyes agape with horror. Several of the scientists turned away and threw up. Portents swore to himself. One of the guards spoke up.
"Hey..Doc, there's something written on him, on his leg"
Portents replaced his glasses and looked to where the guard was gesticulating. It was hardly legible, but scrawled on the leg, in blood, was the word "Freeman" Before Portents could speak; a shrill voice broke his concentration.
"Another burn out I see"
Portents looked up to see a suit-clad figure, the Administrator, staring at the body, shaking his head.
"Poor Thompson"
"Yes, I'm sure you regret it, this is the second death in a week we've had from trying to recover your damned crystals"
The administrator gave Portents an icy cold glare.
"These crystals will prove valuable, you will continue with the project" He turned and began to walk away
"Yes, but the more you risk the more the likelihood of a resonance cascade, and the more likelihood of this. WHAT IS THIS FOR!" screamed Portents.
The administrator blotted out the noise, smoothing his suit and leaving the room quiet, except for the shrill ringing of the alarms.
BREEP BREEP BREEP!