Black Mesa: The Fanfiction

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Long story short,[/SIZE] SanFROD was “I swear somebody was going to do a BM fanfic.” in group chat and I was “Fuck it I can write one just now.” The following was all written in group chat, so I had no idea where the fuck I was going with it.

[COLOR=‘PaleGreen’]This is also a general thread to post your fanfics about the Black Mesa community, BUT I SWEAR TO GOD IF IT’S ABOUT THE ACTUAL MOD AND NOT IT’S MEMBERS I’LL SUFFOCATE YOU. This is a fine ladies club, I don’t want any of your “Gordon Freeman is G-Man from the future; in Source.” bullcrap.

POSTAN.

…Sanfrod thought about the possibility for a mere second, giving RabidMonkey just a slight playful smile as to aknowledge his notion. “Maybe next time, sweetheart.” she whispered into his ear as she turned him on his tummy. She slowly tucked off her underwear to reveal her already pulsing penis. RabidMonkey quivered for a mere moment, afraid of what SanFROD’s gigantic meat could cause to his rectum, but he was not going to lose another bet to Raminator. He manned up and held his breath, she was already opening his cheeks.

Deep in the catacombs, Raminator’s bionic livers started pumping out all the rum he had had in the last months. The monitors lighted up before his chair as the automated defence system centered all cameras on the jail room where SanFROD was plummeling down on the already crying RabidMonkey. “THE FUCK DID I DO?” he shouted, still weak from the stupor of waking up. “FUCK, MY HEAD.”

“RELEASE THE MOTHERFUCKING KRAKEN.” Raminator shouted, as his bionic livers streamed the last of the foul alcohol’s remains away from his system. A series of beeps and bloops followed. On the opposite side of the complex a rusty door cracked and automatically opened to reveal Raminator’s secret weapon. Suggestive detracted himself from the ceiling of his robo-prison and stepped forward. He was called for once again.

“A uterus is needed. BRING ME A GODDAMN UTERUS. I WANT TO CHOKE THAT FAGGOT WITH IT FOR TAKING THE BET SERIOUSLY!” - the voice in the com-chat was somehow familiar. Suggestive knew he had heard it before. But he couldn’t remember. It all seemed… so strange. The medications flowing from the capacitor on his back. He would never remember. Raminator was making sure his pawn obeyed his will without any question. “GO TO THE HOOKER BASEMENT. GET ME ONE, QUICKLY.” he directed anxiously. “THEN PREPARE MY EXO-SKELETON. I THINK…” - the chair creaked as Raminator’s massive junk unloaded its weight from its rickety supports. He stood up, firmer, in every sense of the word, than ever. - “I’LL NEED TO… CHOKE A BITCH!”

To be continued?

#2

The End

#3

hot

#4

<3

#5
#6

Gordon Freeman is G-Man from the future; in Source.

#7

FUCKING CONTINUED. ALSO WRITTEN ENTIRELY IN GROUP CHAT.

RabidMonkey was screaming from pain, but also pleasure. His fingers were squeezing the sheets in a desperate effort to contain the ecstasy pulsating through his anal chords to the freckles on his ears. SanFROD was pushing the stretching abilities of his muscles to the limit, her concentration face inept to convey the surgical fanatism with which she continued to pierce Rabid’s soon-to-be shattered rectum.

A few muffled thumps echoed off in the close distance before the jail door sprang from its handles with a glorious multi-colored and racially-equal lazer blast. The towering, unicorn-like silhouette of Raminator stood stout at the door, illuminated by the moonlight streaming from the well above. His short indonesian man-servant, Suggestive, kept still at his back, holding a blodied uterus in his bionic palms.

“YOU DENSE MOTHERFUCKER.” Raminator roared as thunders seemingly emanated from his juicy lips. “YOU DID NOT! ACTIVATE THE FUCK CHIP! YOU CUNT!” SanFROD was seemingly unimpressed by all the rattle and homoerection voice levels, keeping her sight on Rabid’s bleeding anus and reversing through it with her adamant penis. Rabid gasped as he realised the rat poison was actally delivered in 1nsane’s morning coffee. He suddenly pushed SanFROD out of his back, her figure falling to the ground, groin still mechanically thrusting, eyes whitened and hollow. The inverse pentagram on his forehead started to glow with demonic power.

“TURN OFF THE AUTOPILOT!” Raminator commanded to Suggestive, pointing towards SanFROD’s malfunctioning crotch area and with a quick swipe of his hand he cocked his katana. The walls almost shook but not quite, as RabidMonkey attempted to cast a Fireball spell unto Raminator’s hulking metallic corpse-shell. Deflecting it with his Christian willpower, Raminator cut a cross in the air with his trusty sword and summoned an angelic buff imbuing him with divine power. It was Rabid’s turn. He decided to move 3 tiles backwards, but his time expired before he could muster any sort of a plan, or muster anything for that matter. The fear was syphoning from his eyes like a school projector syphons propaganda into a communist infant. He should’ve known this was not to be a succesful venture from the start. Raminator charged and hit with full force - expelling the daemon from the corporeal world and into limbo - lens flare and jesus love splashing everywhere.

He stepped back, reflecting the outcome of his regression into alcoholism. Did it really have to come to this? Suggestive was just about booting the fuck chip in the back of SanFROD’s neck off. Ram glanced to his side as she slowed down her cock thrusting and eventually grinded to a halt. “She probably won’t remember anything when she wakes up.” he tried to comfort himself. “SUGGESTIVE. TAKE HER TO THE TRIPLE R CHAMBERS. MAKE SURE SHE’S OKAY.”

“Bleep, bloop.” replied C-3PO as he hunched and wheeled off with the unconcious SanFROD at his back - off to the Rape/Rest/Reception hall. He was quite okay with everything, in fact. Raminator stood in the empty jail room, staring at his hands. Did it really have to come to the exo-skeleton? He hasn’t used that since so long… “Things have changed.” he whispered grimly as he laid his eyes on the glistening sunlight emanating from the well above. “No-where is safe anymore.” The heavy mecha-boots turned. His figure slowly faded in the daemon dust. Preperations had to be made now. The prophecies had finally come true. War was coming. And no-where… no-where was safe anymore.

#8

TL;DR

#9

Suck;dick.

#10

Sick Ducks

#11

And people wonder why the general public thinks gamers are weird.

#12

This. A thousand times.

#13

Because of me.

#14

needs moar devs on followers in a massive orgy. Why is it not surprising that this fanfiction that is comprised of posts from the black mesa chat extremely homoerotic? only members of this community could birth such a fanfiction.

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Black Mesa: The Fanfiction

A sign hangs on a door. It reads, “When will Black Mesa be released? When it’s done.”

A man comes up, looks at the sign, knocks on the door. Raminator answers the door. The man asks, “When will Black Mesa be released?”

Raminator responds, “Read the fucking sign.” and slams the door.

Another man comes up, looks at the sign, knocks on the door. Brokenfridgehinge answers the door. The man asks, “When will Black Mesa be released?”

Fridge responds, “Read the fucking sign.” and slams the door.

Another man comes up, looks at the sign, knocks on the door. Hubicorn answers the door. The man asks, “When will Black Mesa be released?”

Hubi responds, “Read the fucking sign.” and slams the door.

This goes on for many months.

Finally, one person comes up and says, “When will Black Mesa be released?”

Raminator eviscerates the person.

A man coming up to ask when Black Mesa will be released exclaims, “Why are you all so mean?”

The End

#16

That isn’t fiction I’m afraid.

#17

Ohh shi-

#18

Fan fact?

The men shifted uneasily in the grass.
“Are you sure about this?” One asked.
“Of course I’m fucking sure.” Came the reply
“How long until it shows up?”
“About seven.”
“Oh, okay.” About seven later, it showed up.
“It’s… It’s…” The first man stuttered.
“It’s a HUBICORN!” Suddenly the grass dissapeared and the men found themselves separated, each seeing the same image.

“Aw, shit.”

#19

I gotta love this place

#20

" How are you enjoying your chat ban, faggot?" raminator asked, the man could only think of a thick headed responsive. Raminator grabbed his shoulder and tossed him into the black mesa banned community, there he saw the worst of the worst, Swampfox56 still trying to make a thread asking if the cryengine 1 was better than cryengine 2. Two weeks later raminator opened the door and said “time’s up, get back to the ladies club”

He was never the same again.

Founded in 2004, Leakfree.org became one of the first online communities dedicated to Valve’s Source engine development. It is more famously known for the formation of Black Mesa: Source under the 'Leakfree Modification Team' handle in September 2004.