Every time I visit the forums, I want to ask the dev team about the release date, than out of respect to them and their wishes, I decide not to.
When i realized iv’e been going to this page for 20 seconds once every day for the past 4 years hoping that it would be released, only to find out it’s not
Yeah the key is to not do that.
Just cruise these fora and forget about the mod, then when news is unveiled, you can read all about it
What mod?
that’s the spirit
I’ve been following this for two years, and I guess I’m not excited enough about it to start having dreams but…well…I guess pirating Half Life in anticipation can be considered a ‘What the hell is wrong with me’ moment.
Pirate… Half-Li… bu… but it’s a Valve game…
Meh, I use these forums, but I don’t come here to ‘check’ for updates, I come here to read/post in threads that interest me
Well I bought it afterwards and the other games in the series, including almost every other Valve game ever so, you could say I’ve more than made up for my mistake.
That I’ve actually refrained myself from coming here for a year.
My moment was when I realized that getting excited in any form about this mod was a complete waste of time. It’s never going to be good enough for the devs to want to release it, so we’ll never see it. It’s as simple as that, really.
So, when the mod releases, you won’t be downloading or playing it, right?
I won’t be downloading and playing it, because it will never release. It will never be satisfactory to the devs until every single little teeny tiny bug is ironed out and it’s absolutely perfect. Well guess what? It will never be perfect, so it will never be done.
I’m sure you have a completely reliable source of information on which you base your claims.
try harder, failtroll
The increased number of trolls since I left is quite astounding.
In wanted to post a joke about this topic or something, then I saw there was 11 page and taught to myself that they probably have all been made.
Does that count in ?
That time when I had just manicured bashfulness while disheveled mountaingoats jived with punk rockers and a komodo dragon ceremonially curtsied to John, who exclaimed “We georgiantweed misfits, similiarly gaffed, purpled on purpling red too.”
Meanwhile, the sunflower lustily escaped to displace the piddly pumpernickel.
What. The. Fuck.
Tosser Sloth, ladies and gentlemen.