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  I was tantalized by those screenshots! 

  Looks 1942ish; downloading and playing soon! 

I would still release it.

  From playing the Beta, I can say that the setting (or game world) is one of the best and certainly most interesting I've ever seen in a game.

  So its a certain 3D game in a series that will be awesome?!  Why the non-specific, vague possibilities are endless!

Just to prevent future PMs regarding this...I no longer have Steam keys for Half-life or any other games for that matter.

No prob, your version is properly sized and moustache-y anyway.

I like my new avatar!

Ponch's version is more fun, and apparently less blurry when properly sized.

I'm hoping for a Howard the Duck and Donald Duck crossover.

Selmiak

Agent Jones walked around the garage-turned-lab, put on his nitrile gloves, and then picked up two small journals off of one of the workstations.  He shook both to remove the broken test tube glass that covered them.  His partner Agent Jeffries, a rookie, shook his head while he once again took in the torn remains that littered the floor.  Jones asked, "So you just talked to a few of the neighbors?" to which Jeffries replied, "Yes, they said our guy had a "quiet dignity" about him.  I also know that his last employer was GeneTech Industries, and as you are probably aware they eventually went out of business after the big class action lawsuit.   Jones skimmed the journal titled "PROCEDURAL LOG" and quickly realized that the technical jargon was above his head.  He was about to open the other journal titled "OBSERVATIONAL LOG" when his radio squawked to life.  Jones, knowing what was about to come next, barked orders into the handheld CB radio, "Keep the crime scene guys out for now.  Only Jeffries and I are on this until I say otherwise."  Jeffries walked over to the corner being sure to strategically place his steps to avoid the worst of the bloody carnage, pointed at the large cages, and said, "If those are any indication, his test subjects must have been some kind of large ape or...human?"  Jones replied, "Well, I don't see any apes among the bodies," as he carefully stepped around a headless corpse and looked at a high-powered microscope covered in entrails.  Jones opened the observational log to a random page near the end of the book and read while Jeffries slowly moved around the large room taking in every detail of the destruction.

September 1st, 2012
Subject continues to transform, and is doing so much more profoundly and rapidly than previous specimens.  Aggression levels are skyrocketing.  Hopefully the soundproofing will be enough to contain the roars and growling.
September 8th, 2012
Subject tried to grab Johnson as he took a blood sample.  It was a calculated maneuver.  Johnson believes that the creature has become self-aware and to use his words, “cunning”.

Jones flipped a few pages further and continued reading…

October 1st, 2012
Subject’s calcifications on the cranium are growing, hardening, and becoming horn-like.  The pronounced canine teeth are now fully protruding from the mouth, and nail growth continues.
October 6th, 2012
Subject’s nails are now full claws, and razor sharp as Johnson discovered when he â€" or it rather â€" took a swipe at him.  The skin has hardened to a point where we can no longer easily take blood or tissue samples.  Despite the changes, the subject can still be considered “humanoid-like”.
October 11th, 2012
Subject is nearly fully “mature”, if that is the right terminology for the end result of the metamorphosis.  This one will not be destroyed, and should be ready for deployment on October 31st.

Jeffries interrupted Jones’s studying by exclaiming, “Boss!  Check out the bloody hoof prints.”  Jones sighed and said, “It is fitting that we had to discover this craziness on Halloween,” and picked back up where he left off.

October 17th, 2012
Subject managed to kill Johnson.  I had warned my loyal assistant and business partner to exercise caution when administering gene modifications and taking samples...The test subject will not need to be fed for the next few days.  I will use this extra time to prepare the safe room in the bunker.
October 30th, 2012
Subject has bent the cage bars.  It is noticeably more perceptive to my every move.  During a phone call to a potential buyer, the subject’s pointed ears perked up at specific times during the conversation and it’s red eyes never once wavered from following me as I moved around the lab.  Deployment has been re-scheduled for this evening, as I now have the DNA fully sequenced and made the necessary observations/notes to create an army for the highest bidder.  I look forward to this creature (also known as Beelze-10A) making a sales pitch for me in the form of wanton destruction.

Jones paused after looking at the last entry, and then said, “Jeffries, can you…” and was interrupted by an inhuman roar from somewhere within the house.  Jones and Jeffries both quick drew their Heckler and Koch .45 caliber handguns.  Jones said quietly, “I thought they checked and secured the area?”  Jeffries, with a worried look on his face, replied, “They did, but since the main house is also a crime scene there wasn’t a thorough sweep.”  Jones heard his fellow agents outside moving in and commanded into the CB radio, “Team one guard all exit points, and wait for my signal.  Station Agent Weber with his Mossberg near the front door. ”

Both Jones and Jeffries made their way to the door leading from the lab to the main house.  Jones slowly turned the doorknob, and then opened the door.  They had entered the living room, which was anything but “living” as various body parts and viscera littered the floor and couches.

…and then it pounced on Jeffries.  Jones could tell that this was the test subject referred to in the log, and ran to the other side of the room to wait for a clear shot.  He was afraid to hit his partner, though now that Jeffries was headless and the thing that had jumped on him was ravenously devouring his friend’s face a stray shot shouldn’t be an issue.  While the monster was occupied with his meal, Jones fired his .45 aiming at what he guessed was vital points in the body and face of the abomination, and heard what sounded like ricochets after each report of his gun.  What Jones was now sure was some sort of devil, began swatting the air with clawed hands as if it had been attacked by flies rather than large caliber bullets.  The devil tossed aside his half-finished meal and charged his attacker, who had just finished slapping a new clip of ammo home before diving out of the way at the last second.  The devil turned and looked up, as a SWAT team member began raining bullets down on its head from an opened skylight.   Agent Weber came crashing through front door of the house, while Jones took a quick glance around the room and grabbed a giant nodachi samurai sword that had been on the display mantle above the fireplace.  The devil roared while swatting the incoming bullets, and ran back towards the garage door well out of the rooftop shooter’s line-of-sight.  Jones yelled to his fellow officers, “This thing’s skin is bulletproof!”   The devil then threw the headless body of Jeffries at Weber, who was sent sprawling like a ragdoll from the force of the impact.  Jones tested the edge of the sword, holstered his .45, and ordered, “Weber, hang back and be ready with that shotgun!”  The devil and Agent Jones exchanged stares of hatred, and slowly walked toward each other.

The creature stood roughly eight feet tall, not counting the horns, and looked at Jones with blood red eyes that never blinked as it moved towards him.  Jones, while an imposing figure by human standards, was physically outmatched.  Regardless, he now stood nose-to-chest with the devil.  Weber watched from a crouched position transfixed by the stand-off, and advised slowly, “Sir…move…away…from…that thing and let me blast it back to…wherever it came from.”  The devil made the first move by lunging for Jones, who ducked and then followed up with a low roundhouse kick in attempt to cave in it’s knee.  This proved futile as it felt like he had just booted a fire hydrant, and Jones retreated a few steps while bringing up the sword between himself and his horned assailant.  Weber nervously spoke into his helmet microphone, “All units, converge on my twenty.  And someone bring riot shields.”

Jones watched confused as his opponent reared it’s big ugly head back…and then violently forward.  Listening to battle-tested instincts, he side-stepped the devil’s attempt to spit some kind of liquid on him; most of which ended up landing on Weber’s tactical vest.   Weber hurriedly removed his now melting chest protection as it began hissing and smoking.  After tossing it aside, he yelled, “Boss, that thing spits acid!”

Sword hilt in both hands, Jones stood with his right foot forward and squared up his body with the monstrous enemy while holding the giant sword at an upward angle level with the devil’s big red eyes.   He thrusted and the devil dodged its big head, and then Jones swung the sword downward.  The edge on the devil’s armored skin reacted as if it had been scraped along steel, with sparks flying.  The devil then tackled Jones, held him in a bear hug, and opened its huge mouth gaping wide to take a big bite…and then Weber stuffed the business end of the Mossberg 500A 12-gauge tactical shotgun in the devil’s mouth and fired.

The slug, which is basically the equivalent of a .75 caliber round, punched a fist sized hole in the back of the devil’s head and the beast immediately slumped over like a marionette puppet that had its strings abruptly cut.  Weber snarled, “That is for Jeffries you freak,” and looked over at Jones, who appeared disoriented (but in one piece) both from the crushing bear hug and the shotgun that had roared just above his head.

As backup agents came into the room with weapons drawn at the low-ready position, Weber looked down at the remains of what he believed was some kind of evil mythological creature and muttered, “Boss, how in the hell do we write this up in an after-action report?”  Jones grinned and replied, “Just remember, the devil is in the details.”

  Cool, downloading later today.  Congrats on finishing your first AGS game!

Hmmm...Did Russ Meyer ever write a book? 

Just goofing Ponch!

That "Ghosts...Arson" tagline is hilarious   Hmmm...have a semi-spooky tale rolling around in my head.

Larson is the man.  My favorite of his cartoon compliations is the one that contained all of his work which was too contraversial for the newspaper.

  Alot of good advice in here.  Obviously the mental side takes priority, so this advice is down the list, but staying active and fit really helps my overall state of mind.  The few times in my life where I was really depressed (by my standards of the word - so I'm not saying we share the same degree or root causes), I was also at my worst physically.

  I played (or watched mainly) the intro up until getting the suit.  I would have played the heck out of Black Mesa, but I'm headed on out a trip and don't want to get sucked in until I have time to properly get into it.

  Everything looked great at the game start, though I haven't shot anything yet.

  Those goons on the right crack me up

I'm on a fitness webboard that has a dedicated sub-forum area called "Members Who Have Multiple User Names", and the system will automatically create a thread for anyone who trips the detector (which I would think is IP based) and say something sarcastic like "Joe tried to create another account...No soup for you Joe!".  Once and while someone who has a legit reason, like maybe they forgot account information or perhaps a friend logs in from their PC, will go into the thread and protest.  This particular board added the feature because there is a sub-forum where companies sell supplements, and some of those companies would create sock puppet "customers".

This kind of measure is not needed here at all.  My point for mentioning is for anyone who thinks that this thread is extreme, there are other boards that more seriously police sock puppets.

  The mods were more than fair in this case.  I disagree on it being minor, as RickJ stated this kind of nonsense insults the intelligence of everyone here.  I also think that this is a slap in the face to other people making AGS games and trying to get some exposure. 

  I second the name and shame.  Yea, there is one blatently obvious case in CG section.