and Alien
Shudder :what:
say hello to Mr. Pyro here
I’m surprised Nihilanth has been left out so far, that thing is the alien mastermind of the whole game. He floats in the air, and has alien intestine strand things hanging out of his ass. He’s also a giant who lives in a dark cave above a lake of alien-blood-puke-liquid, who can create monsters and teleport you to other places. And it wouldn’t matter if you had an entire army facing him because unless you can reach his yellow crystals he’ll just regenerate all his health.
On the other hand, the G-man could be much scarier. Although he doesn’t kill you in the half-life universe…yet ._.
You have not thought this through.
Actually… I did. It’s, well, not quite a big difference, you loose humanity either way, nothing fun. But the big deal I see is: Be a Stalker, thus a casualty, rather than a Combine, thus a cowardly asshole (I hold cowards in very low respect).
Fight for freedom, or ultimately F yourself up?
P.S.: No, I’m not American.
It’s a huge fucking difference.
Go on, bring up your reasons to think so, because I can’t think of any HUGE difference, except of method of becoming said… creature.
procedure that turns you into
vs procedure that turns you into
I’d much rather be processed into the latter. Anything’s better than being trapped in your own body as a walking remote controlled coma that’s fed on the liquefied remains of your own guys. There’s no greater humiliation than being made into a stalker. That’s like the sci fi equivalent of being forced to shoot gay porn in a POW camp and having the vids sent to your families.
2 facehuggers: it came from the movie Alien
So Facehugger, Chestburster, Alien
Like the Predator would say: an ugly motherfucker
I lol’ed, hard
and that’s my dose of Jethrosoup of the day
Guess this WAS one of the moments I should’ve kept my hole shut.
Being accidentally crushed with the car trap of Ravenholm.
That doesn’t really sound so bad. It would be a quick death.
Headcrab hands down. You suffocate while your face is being chewed on. Ew!
I’d have to say a group of snarks. That chirruping as they bite pieces off of you? And…they…will…not…stop!
being slowly dissolved by antlion workers
That’s arguably not a death, though. Headcrabs seize control, but the reversed zombie lines… Eeesh.
(On a related note, I’m pretty sure that one or two of the citadel ambient sounds is also a reversed dialogue of some sort.)
Advisors. God, that tongue licking me up until it finds my neck, and that one moment of drawback of the tongue just before it stabs through my neck, would just be the most terrifying feeling in the world.
MY NECK WAS MOLESTED BY A BAKED POTATO