This is my very first fanfic ever, so if it sucks, that's why. I've
tweaked the beginning around quite a bit, and I think it's a lot better
now. I don't get much time to write this, but I'm gonna do my best to
update it whenever I can. There will be spelling mistakes, and if you
notice any major problems with the plot or whatever, tell me, and i'll
change it.
When you read this, can you please tell me what you think? I love to write, but i don't know if I'm actually any good at it. :-P
Thanks!
Liz
Oh, and another thing, if anyone can think up an appropriate name for the G- Man, can you please tell me? I have no idea what to call him, and he's kind of important. Argh! I'm no good at names!
So, if I say 'he', 'him', 'boss', 'employer' or whatever, it's the G-Man.
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HALF-LIFE 2: LIMITLESS POTENTIAL
He was Gordon Freeman - twenty-eight years of age, tall, slimly built, brown well-kept hair, goatee, and piercing green eyes hidden behind thick framed glasses. His appearance was no different to that of a year ago, before it all happened, but one thing about him was different - his perception of the word he live in. His mind was wary, his wits ever sharp, but there is always a feeling of emptiness lingering inside him, for the friends he lost. He had little trust of his fellow man or animal. All had changed.
He nervously swiped invisible specks of dust off his smart, grey suit and tie while he waited. His employer would be briefing him on the developing situation shortly. While he waited, he drummed his fingers on the hard, leather chair, wondering why he had been summoned, after all this time...
"Mr.Freeman. A word please" His employer's voice called over the loud speaker. Gordon swiftly stepped, heart pounding, into the, pale, neat office. "Hello Mr.Freeman. Please, have a seat" He slowly lowered himself into a chair by the desk. "I'll get straight to the point. As you know, there has been worrying events in the Border World. Human deaths are plentiful at the hands of the Xonians, even now. Of course, we expected resistance after our domination of Xen, but the the number of casualties is execeeding our anticipated fatality toll by far-" Gordon interrupted.
"So... what are you trying to tell me?"
"We are trying to tell you, Mr.Freeman, that we are not going to tolerate these losses any further. We need you to silence the Xen resistance groups' leaders with as little alien deaths as possible. Is this clear?" He stood up. " I'm sure the military personnel stationed on Xen will gladly assist you. We'll have the portal ready for you shortly, we'll get a message to you. Good Luck."
"Okay, Sir. I'll do my best" They shook hands, and Gordon left his office. Fast.
When you read this, can you please tell me what you think? I love to write, but i don't know if I'm actually any good at it. :-P
Thanks!
Liz
Oh, and another thing, if anyone can think up an appropriate name for the G- Man, can you please tell me? I have no idea what to call him, and he's kind of important. Argh! I'm no good at names!
So, if I say 'he', 'him', 'boss', 'employer' or whatever, it's the G-Man.
**********************
HALF-LIFE 2: LIMITLESS POTENTIAL
He was Gordon Freeman - twenty-eight years of age, tall, slimly built, brown well-kept hair, goatee, and piercing green eyes hidden behind thick framed glasses. His appearance was no different to that of a year ago, before it all happened, but one thing about him was different - his perception of the word he live in. His mind was wary, his wits ever sharp, but there is always a feeling of emptiness lingering inside him, for the friends he lost. He had little trust of his fellow man or animal. All had changed.
He nervously swiped invisible specks of dust off his smart, grey suit and tie while he waited. His employer would be briefing him on the developing situation shortly. While he waited, he drummed his fingers on the hard, leather chair, wondering why he had been summoned, after all this time...
"Mr.Freeman. A word please" His employer's voice called over the loud speaker. Gordon swiftly stepped, heart pounding, into the, pale, neat office. "Hello Mr.Freeman. Please, have a seat" He slowly lowered himself into a chair by the desk. "I'll get straight to the point. As you know, there has been worrying events in the Border World. Human deaths are plentiful at the hands of the Xonians, even now. Of course, we expected resistance after our domination of Xen, but the the number of casualties is execeeding our anticipated fatality toll by far-" Gordon interrupted.
"So... what are you trying to tell me?"
"We are trying to tell you, Mr.Freeman, that we are not going to tolerate these losses any further. We need you to silence the Xen resistance groups' leaders with as little alien deaths as possible. Is this clear?" He stood up. " I'm sure the military personnel stationed on Xen will gladly assist you. We'll have the portal ready for you shortly, we'll get a message to you. Good Luck."
"Okay, Sir. I'll do my best" They shook hands, and Gordon left his office. Fast.