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@halflifevrinertia
Gordon i'm pretty sure you're a girl. i think a lot of issues would be resolved if you stopped being a rotten egg (https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/rotten_egg)
and if not a girl then you're gay, go find benrey and kiss him, OK?
"one, i don't… what? yeah, this is new. oh, man, i need a break. um, i don't feel like a- what? i'm so confused. why are you saying this? also, no chance."
i know its hard to get used to. but if its YOUR existence now, imagine what the damage to someone else would do! it'd be for real this time and that's no good. that's gonna stress you out badly. so be careful. maybe you could have some water. water makes me feel better
"i… i guess. fine. whatever. i mean, i'm… trying not to think about any of this too hard. i'm just thinking of… of myself, sort of.
i'm… so tired. i hate this so, so, so bad."
GORDON MARTINI FREEMAN THE FOURTH???? I TAB OUT FOR 2 SECONDS AND YOURE ATTEMPTING MURDER??? Are you okay???? D:
"i'm fine. i'm just… tired. i was stressed and exhausted and i wasn't thinking right, okay?
i guess i have to adjust to this new… um, existence, if it can be called that."
THE DEEP END
Doesn't putting real person Wayne into such a serious askblog seem a little strange? I must admit I don't know his boundaries about things like this but if it were me I'd come up with a new player, just to be safe. I'm not trying to be hateful (I actually love this blog so far), but I do try to be conscientious of these things. Maybe give the player a brand new name?
hi! i'll be honest, i did worry about this, but my general idea was that wayne was technically still playing a character in hlvrai, even as himself
it was mostly based on the fact in-lore wayne would have likely been very bewildered as to what was happening, considering his (initial) very genuine reactions to what was going on
even outside of that tho, i was actually thinking of another thing to call him for discerning between all three as i do get why people would raise eyebrows at it, referring to him as wayne was never really going to be a permanent decision. and i do see where you're coming from, again it probably would come across as strange for someone stumbling upon this blog lolol
anyhow, i do genuinely appreciate this, since it reminds me to continue pondering haha, but anyhow as i said a new name is underway. when i get to a decision
DO IT.
HE DESERVES IT.
but none of it was real.
what am i doing?
dont kill yourself you gotta get to ur yaoi era
Oh my god
Don't get me wrong you have every right to hate and not trust benrey but I feel like if he dies hes dead for real this time
Not to mention killing him probably won't fix anything. At the very least you shouldn't do anything too rash until you have more information
"but what if you're wrong?! what if i can free myself, and i- i get to go home and see my friends? he's lied to me… so many FUCKING TIMES. WHO'S TO SAY HE'S NOT JUST DOING THE SAME NOW?
i want to go home. i'm not 'gordon freeman'. i'm wayne."
GORD- WAYNE.
Put that knife down before you hurt yourself or anyone else.
"i have to. i have to. you don't get how much i have to.
fuck, i don't even know if he's telling the truth. maybe he'll just come back again like always. he— hah, he probably doesn't even know how humans work! i bet he learned everything from fuckin' video games!
maybe this was what tommy's dad meant by fixing a problem, or whatever it was he said. maybe i'll finally go home.
unless it doesn't work, and i kill a man in cold blood. surely this will all be over soon. maybe this is a part of the dream, too! hahah!"
CUT AND DRY
"gordon" pulls the sheets back. they're fucked, half off the bed, no doubt from his constant shifting in the night. he'll fix that later.
he gets up and continues into the living room, rubbing his eyes as they adjust to the darkness. he walks by the shape on the couch.
for a moment, he stands there, staring silently. then he remembers how thirsty he is after the copious amount of sweating he'd been doing, and continues into the kitchen.
he pulls open one of the overhead cabinets, not bothering to be quiet about it, and takes a ridged glass from inside, slamming the door shut and turning the knob on the faucet.
as he does this, his gaze wanders.
his hands shake.
his legs move as if on autopilot. in fact, he hardly feels conscious, as if somebody is puppeteering his body like a marionette of flesh. he watches as his feet move. one step, two, three.
and then, his body halts.
KILL HIM
proceed
turn back
You okay Gordon..? Do you want a Snickers Xtreme™?
"i don't want a fffUCKING SNICKERS. i want to go home.
…i'm gonna get some water."
VISIONARY
it's dark outside. the air is pierced with a sharp chill that seems to thread the little gaps in the house. one form is curled up on the couch, the other tossing and turning in bed.
"gordon" can't sleep properly. his hand seems to burn, and his eyes aren't working all too properly. he can't stem the blood. it won't stop, and it's already seeping out into the ground beneath his feet, turning into—
he looks up. the sky is a bluish-grey hue, dappled with galactic splashes of sunset orange, and purple cloud-like formations are scattered around here and there.
"gordon" feels himself sway. he isn't sure if it's from the blood loss, shock, or mental whiplash that has his legs so unstable, but he forces himself to stagger forward, catching himself on each step. the rock-like ground crunches beneath his feet. he can't comprehend his outfit right now, but he supposes that isn't the main point of the dream.
why am i dreaming about xen? he thinks bitterly. i'm not gordon. i should be dreaming about home. about the— the son i made up. my parents. i miss my parents. and my friends.
despite his resentful thoughts, he pushes onward. as he approaches the cave, he realises — the planet is barren. there's no bullsquids or headcrabs, and as he makes his way deeper into the cavern, the dread creeps up his spine.
he turns around.
before him stands… well, he isn't sure exactly how to explain it, and his brain would probably implode if you asked him what he saw. maybe it's a result of the muddy pictures that come inside dreams, or maybe there really is something before him that he could only begin to comprehend in the unconscious world.
before him stands a strange menagerie of colours and shapes he's never seen in his life. the closest way he can describe it is like looking into a kaleidoscope whose end cap is constantly being twisted and turned and rotated in all directions at once.
the longer he stares, the more dizzy he feels. "gordon" hopes it's just a dream effect and not some weird real life bullshit from the shock of the first part of his dream, that being the whole "stuck-in-your-character's-body" thing, of course. what else?
to hopefully spare himself, his eyes dart down to his right hand, and— fuck. unlike his left one, which is perfectly human and normal, his right hand is the same as the behemoth before him. the sight is sort of akin to if pins and needles could be visualised so clearly. it even feels like that, as if he's been sleeping on that arm for too long.
he can't tear his gaze away from his own multicoloured appendage. he bites down on his lip, willing himself to wake up, and he staggers forward. the mass of shapes twitches and buzzes against him and he shudders, thousands of tiny little static shockwaves being sent throughout his body. he lifts his human hand to touch it, and it feels oddly… fleshy.
and then, he can't see any more. it's all colours.
am i high? i've never had a dream like this before, i think.
just before he can dwell on that any further, he opens his eyes to look through the blinding light, which seems to be reflecting off the air particles themselves. he groans, forcing his way through, towards the dark shape near the end, but the closer he grows, the more the figure looks like a sort of mound. a snowman, perhaps?
…oh, god. that meltwater isn't water, is it? and that snow isn't snow. it's flesh and blood and pus and other disturbing fluids, all coming from a sack of whatever weird new xen creature this is, and when it turns around—
NO.
I think gordon would like this song
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0axbemV5Fnc
"oh, hell yeah, dude! love this! but i'm wondering if you… sent this song for a reason related to myself or just because you thought i'd fuck with it. i mean, either way, it's awesome."
he didn't remember there being wind in xen, but he would never forget how it felt on his skin.
trying to think of a consistent style and design for this blog . first one is benrey. gordon i desperately need to do next .a man can only play off his sudden loss of facial hair so many times.
i like to imagine benrey grew less and less human-looking as the series Progressed. Of coursehe still maintained his general shape and appearance but his skin grew lighter and his body more…i guess reptilian
i say reptilan. tho i picture him as a warm blooded type of creature. mostly due to his circumstances of where i interpret he was raised,which is the same place as where he was in inertia. he probably melts like a puddle at a hint of sunlight. if you couldnt figure out. he doesnt get much .
i think my biggest worry going into this askblog was , because ive never actually Done one before, i had no set style or way to format how i wanted to go about it. should i go detailed? simple ? quickfire or take my time in answering things? i was excited to progress the story, so its moreso the former on that one. i guess i sort of did a mix of both in terms of the art, but mine is just both really messy and/or inconsistent. i tried to take some inspiration from other askblogs ive watched in the past, tho a lot of those are years old by now.
p.s. im aware of the older and much more popular y2kvr. i have watched the first 2 minutes of a fandub of that blog. And thats it. any similariteis are pure coincidence.