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My Serious Sam 3: BFE recommendation on Steam:
Do you like first-person shooters, but hate all the modern “improvements” that the era of Call of Battlefield: Medal of Halo Forever has brought us, such as regenerating health, the “ability” to only hold onto two weapons at a time, and bland…
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I’ve been struck into a drawing mood… and I’ve been doing pictures for acquaintances of mine who happen to be online - and its wonderful!
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THOMAS
Time to change the narrators. I’m getting sick of Marisa’s self indulgent prattle.
The following morning, I rolled out of bed and abandoned Kimberly’s tired arms, I quickly searched for my underwear and donned it hastily. Kellog was still asleep, I was surprised that a man of his size didn’t snore, he didn’t make a peep throughout the night - let alone watch us. I sat down on the foot of the bed and looked at myself on a mirror on the dresser, I noticed that I’d grown a film of stubble on my chin, since I’ve been parted from a razor since I left Amberlight Vale. It’s been a few weeks into my bizarre venture, and my facial hair has only caught up recently.
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HOLY CRAP!



AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA…
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With our fears downplayed by the display of vulnerability from our pursuers, we started moving overland.
The ride on the back tray of the truck was crowded, with the four soldiers sitting in the back with Kimberly and Kellog, the captain and his squad assault weapon resting on the roof of the cockpit of the truck, and Thomas in the passenger’s seat. I was driving and using Thomas’ Palmtop 720 and its GPS system to navigate through the Southern Russian terrain. Birch trees, tundra and taiga were common sights amidst the evergreens, having overgrown and subtly mutated by the Rifts after being left alone for so many years.
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Waiting was always the hardest thing to do in a fight.
Many questions would spring to mind as you waited for your enemies to reveal themselves. If you couldn’t see them, were they attempting to flank you? Were they going to come in from an unexpected angle, such as below? This could’ve been entirely possible since the Chinook’s landing gears were down, and we were a good ten or so feet off of the ground. It might’ve been possible for them to destroy the floor from under us.
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Our helicopter ride proved to be more eventful than we’d expect on the fourth leg of the trip.
Stopping off in Apuka wasn’t the eventful part. It was merely a refuelling stop for the next leg of the journey in Angarsk for another stop, the only thing eventful there was the biting cold, and the next stop in Novosibirsk was only made worth noting by the unusual number of birch trees in the area. Our next stop was supposed to be in Ekaterinberg, but something went disastrously wrong when we were near Omsk. Moments before, Thomas, Kimberly, Kellog and I were just shooting the breeze idly.
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I was told that I’d be picked up in a town called High River.
It was by pure fortune that Thomas had stopped there for the evening. Everyone was sitting down, stretching out and preparing themselves for whatever Calgary would offer them. Thomas was typing away on his Palmtop-720, and eventually pointed its camera at me, then at Kimberly, then to Kellog and he smiled. I had the feeling that his “NordicRiftCam” project had succeeded. Kimberly was busy making her Chakram float around her, and suspending it in space. Kellog was sharpening his axe after his previous engagement.
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Whilst Kimbery was recovering, Thomas was sitting in the driver’s seat of the truck.
He was there for a solid hour in quiet contemplation and speculation, he didn’t even have his notes with him, nor did he bother to check his Palmtop to go looking for more information. I eventually decided to open the passenger side door and sit next to him, and he gave me a displeased glance before continuing to stare off into the distance, and into the war torn ruins of Lethbridge.
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