Morning, folks!
I've decided to retell Half-Life through Freeman's perspective.. This'll probably take me months to complete, but I may be doing it in Chapters, like the original game. Obviously, many of the statements I will make in this are up to interpretation, such as Gordon Freeman speaking and otherwise, but correct me if you think my presumptions are wrong. But, without further ado, let's go into RESONλNCE CλSCλDE!
BLACK MESA RESEARCH FACILITY, BLACK MESA, NEW MEXICO
SUBJECT: GORDON FREEMAN, MALE, AGE 27
EDUCATION: PhD; MIT: THEORETICAL
HOUSING: LEVEL 3 DORMITORIES
POSITION: RESEARCH ASSOCIATE
ASSIGNMENT: ANOMALOUS MATERIALS LABORATORY
CLEARANCE: LEVEL 3
ADMINISTRATIVE SPONSOR: CLASSIFIED
DISASTER RESPONSE PRIORITY: DISCRETIONARY
Prologue: Level 3 Dormitories
Gordon woke up on May 16th, 2003, to silence. That was bad. He was supposed to be hearing his alarm clock, which played the theme from one of his favorite games: Halo. He looked at the clock. 8:39 AM.
Shit! He'd be over half an hour late when he got to Sector C!
My punishment shall be cold bagels for breakfast, he thought to himself.
The night before, he'd gone over to Barney's dormitory for a beer. It really wasn't helping Gordon's career at Black Mesa that he was late. This wasn't even a rare occurence; often he was late to work, much to his chagrin and his employer's anger. The only reason he still managed to work at Black Mesa was because of his old mentor, Kleiner, putting in a good word for him. He donned his uniform,
"Morning, Gordon." It was Marcus Smith, a Sector F worker.
"You didn't make the train?"
"I am able to take a much later one; my lab is close by."
"I apologize, sir. I just started-"
"No need to apologize."
Marcus was one friendly scientist among the hostility of most of the Black Mesa staff. Gordon was proud to work there, but
Gordon did not yet realize just how important these words were. He simply said "And I will, sir", as he stepped onto the tram.
That would be the last time he would see his colleagues there. And what a pity that was, on the last day of Black Mesa's existence
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And so ends the pilot of my first ever published Fanfiction!
I know Gordon Freeman speaking or not is a touchy subject, but I believe he does, and so it is in my story. It's just my interpretation of events. I'm also taking inspiration from both Half-Life and Black Mesa, so some things from the original game might change; nothing major, of course.
EDIT: It seems to many like I've abandoned this project. That's false. It's just been put on hiatus by another product of mine. According to my stats, whether they are accurate or not, I've had 153 views. A small number, yes, but an achievement, yes. All I'd say is KEEP WATCHING THIS DOCUMENT! Some new content might be coming... ;)
Read n' Review,
-AnOddPerson
