Well, I is back and I is making another chapter. Is! Replace is with am
and you have a working sentance. Right about now there will be a small spot
of humor, and a few pieces of confusion.
Gordon, Eliza, and the Headcrab were traveling across the flying- island.
Eliza: How come you seem to know so much about this place?
Gordon: I've been here before. This place is called Xen, spelled with an X. Not only have I been here before, but I killed the leader of the alien assault, who's name was Nihilanth.
Eliza: Wow. So how big was this thing?
Gordon: It was about the size of this island, floating in the air, but ALOT taller. Think of it like those fireball-throwing big-headed aliens in loincloths that look like diapers, but without the loin-cloth, with hundreds of tentacles the size of a support beam branching from it's bottom. It was also a pale white-green color.
Eliza: That makes a wow look like calling Godzilla as harmless as a Hamster, couldn't hurt something if it tried. I saw one of those in a movie, those are scary.
Gordon: I think I know the movie you speak of. Black Mesa X. Except the aliens in that movie make the real ones looks like fuzzy kittens. If they had real aliens in it, it would be rated XXX just for the scariness of it all. Plus, they got my adventures all wrong. First of all, when I was fighting against the military, instead they filled it up with me thinking about whether I'd ever get out alive and me having affairs with women. Second of all, the actor looks nothing like me and they never showed me killing all of the Scientists and Security I could find, not to mention they didn't put in me ever going to Xen. Instead of me being teleported there, they teleported me to the surface, dumbasses. And lastly, I only shoot at an enemy a few times in the movie. All wrong.
Eliza: You know, I never thought you'd be like I thought you were. I thought you were some sort of over-appreciated super-hero type person. Now I realize you're an under-appreciated highly misconcieved crazy alien- slayer.
Gordon: You forgot the part about me being one of the most intelligent and fit beings on the face of the earth.
Eliza: That too.
Headcrab: Can we start moving again? This island is only about 30 meters across and it's taken us 2 hours to get a half of the way to the other side!
Gordon: Okay.
Gordon started running like mad, as he always does when he actually wants to get somewhere. You know, the super-fast never-tired run he always does.
Eliza: Wait up!
Headcrab: Yeah!
Unfortuneately, Headcrab wasn't heard because no one was looking at him.
So, they reached the edge, Gordon first. As usual, he never lost a breath.
Gordon ran and jumped to the next island.
Gordon: Come on!
Eliza: Some of us actually get tired after running more than 10 meters straight!
A half hour later, Headcrab went first and jumped. 10 minutes after that, Eliza went.
Headcrab: Author, what is the point of this?
I have no clue, you're the ones doing this.
Headcrab: Then write us doing something else!
I don't have any ideas. Nevermind.
Several Alien Slaves rounded a hill, and started fighting Gordon. Gordon ran up, stabbed them a few times, and ran back.
Gordon: Time?
Eliza: 00:07:13.
Gordon: Damn, my record for that number at that distance on Xen is 00:04:12.
And so we end the chapter. Will I get more ideas? Will this end short? Will I finally give up writing? I hope not about the latter..
Gordon, Eliza, and the Headcrab were traveling across the flying- island.
Eliza: How come you seem to know so much about this place?
Gordon: I've been here before. This place is called Xen, spelled with an X. Not only have I been here before, but I killed the leader of the alien assault, who's name was Nihilanth.
Eliza: Wow. So how big was this thing?
Gordon: It was about the size of this island, floating in the air, but ALOT taller. Think of it like those fireball-throwing big-headed aliens in loincloths that look like diapers, but without the loin-cloth, with hundreds of tentacles the size of a support beam branching from it's bottom. It was also a pale white-green color.
Eliza: That makes a wow look like calling Godzilla as harmless as a Hamster, couldn't hurt something if it tried. I saw one of those in a movie, those are scary.
Gordon: I think I know the movie you speak of. Black Mesa X. Except the aliens in that movie make the real ones looks like fuzzy kittens. If they had real aliens in it, it would be rated XXX just for the scariness of it all. Plus, they got my adventures all wrong. First of all, when I was fighting against the military, instead they filled it up with me thinking about whether I'd ever get out alive and me having affairs with women. Second of all, the actor looks nothing like me and they never showed me killing all of the Scientists and Security I could find, not to mention they didn't put in me ever going to Xen. Instead of me being teleported there, they teleported me to the surface, dumbasses. And lastly, I only shoot at an enemy a few times in the movie. All wrong.
Eliza: You know, I never thought you'd be like I thought you were. I thought you were some sort of over-appreciated super-hero type person. Now I realize you're an under-appreciated highly misconcieved crazy alien- slayer.
Gordon: You forgot the part about me being one of the most intelligent and fit beings on the face of the earth.
Eliza: That too.
Headcrab: Can we start moving again? This island is only about 30 meters across and it's taken us 2 hours to get a half of the way to the other side!
Gordon: Okay.
Gordon started running like mad, as he always does when he actually wants to get somewhere. You know, the super-fast never-tired run he always does.
Eliza: Wait up!
Headcrab: Yeah!
Unfortuneately, Headcrab wasn't heard because no one was looking at him.
So, they reached the edge, Gordon first. As usual, he never lost a breath.
Gordon ran and jumped to the next island.
Gordon: Come on!
Eliza: Some of us actually get tired after running more than 10 meters straight!
A half hour later, Headcrab went first and jumped. 10 minutes after that, Eliza went.
Headcrab: Author, what is the point of this?
I have no clue, you're the ones doing this.
Headcrab: Then write us doing something else!
I don't have any ideas. Nevermind.
Several Alien Slaves rounded a hill, and started fighting Gordon. Gordon ran up, stabbed them a few times, and ran back.
Gordon: Time?
Eliza: 00:07:13.
Gordon: Damn, my record for that number at that distance on Xen is 00:04:12.
And so we end the chapter. Will I get more ideas? Will this end short? Will I finally give up writing? I hope not about the latter..