the publicist of the woman gassing the atmosphere with her private jets literally being named Tree Pain has convinced me that we live in a simulation created by a really uncreative person
The vortigaunts showing up out of nowhere, saying the coolest shit ever, and proceeding to kick absolute ass while crazy industrial metal plays in the back will forever be one of my favourite moments in half life, and possibly all of gaming
There are people who will look at you with a straight face and tell you the entente is winning.
It’s a propaganda campaign against the reality on the front lines, and it only kills more Frenchmen and Brits.