being a woman?
And Asian/Black! :fffuuu:
I think Gordon went to take the most glorious shit in the history of man, and that’s how he managed to not go once in the entire HL2 series!
I don’t mean to look offensive, but, you got a problem with fan fictions? :mean: I don’t think you do, since you seem to be interested in one. Maybe you simply found the more crappy, badly written ones? Alas, there are quite a couple of them around the Internet.
As far as I’m concerned, I’m writing one myself as well, and I try to make it as complete and true to the Half-Life universe as possible, and (no false modesty here) A LOT better written than most others. Heck, in the third chapter, I have like fifteen lines of text just to describe how Gordon feels about the Combine.
As the OP mentioned, he himself thought his fanfiction was horrendous.
Also pat on the back for calling your writing awesome and writing 15 lines on Gordon’s feelings on the Combine! Wow, must of been good if it was that long!
Were you being serious or sarcastic in that last part? 
I wouldn’t dare saying my writing is awesome, I’m pretty sure there are far better writers out there than I am. But yeah, I’m particularly proud of that paragraph, at the beginning of chapter three:
(Earlier in my fic, Gordon and Alyx crash landed in a small abandoned Combine base in the Arctic called Outpost 17, the chopper filled with guns, and they were attacked by an Advisor.)
But Gordon didn’t exactly pay attention to the loss in weapons they had suffered; what was the most urgent to find for now was the mind devices. Unfortunately, they were bound to be buried under the pile of debris and unstable ammo scattered on the ground in front of them. The Advisor could still be out there, waiting in the shadows. After their long voyage without being attacked by Combine units, he had kind of lowered his defense, but the attack of the Advisor made him fully alert again. Their cruel might and amorality in warfare struck once again Gordon’s thoughts in terror; he feared them again. For the past week of trip he had lost the use to fight hordes of trans-human soldiers with the blue or red windows glowing like the livid eyes of Death himself, or the towering, intimidating presence of a spider-like, three-legged Strider shouting out deafening, whaling noises, thumping and chest-stabbing its way to him while firing its deadly repeater gun. He was again aware of their vicious back-stabbing tactics, and he was ready for anything from their part now. All of these Rebels had seen him killing off quite a couple of them in a row at the City or while defending White Forest and saw in him a liberator, a knight in a shiny armor, but he dreaded the Combine just as much as they did. He was just an MIT graduate with a high-tech hazard suit and a crowbar, for Christ’s sake.
At least, that’s fifteen lines in MS Word.
On topic: I think the G-Man simply went home to play Sims for the next twenty years like a no-life. :retard:
No offense to Sims players there.
He was searchin’ for his Bukkit…
He was giving Dr. Hax the power to say HAAAX!!!
Never forget the l:lambda:ambda
He made G-Mod 9.