Spazzgirl8675309

Being up late on Steam with your awesome friend produces some pretty great shit. Like a Half Life 2 themed drinking game! (Note: Shot = about out 1.5 ounces. Or a small mouthful. Drink = a good mouthful. A normal sip. Chug = DRINK THAT SHIT DOWN MOFO.) Every time you die take a drink. One shot for every time you swing the crowbar.Drink for every time you scream like a bitch. One shot for every time you jump. (In fear not in the game...) Chug for every Lambda you find painted on the wall. (The Half Life symbol that looks like an A...or someone holding a crowbar :D )Shot for every time you kill a damn zombie.Every time a zombie blows its self

A bitter, metallic taste filled my mouth as the strip dissolved on my tongue. I laid back on my bed and folded my arms behind my head and succumbed to the dark waves of unconscious lapping at the edge of my mind…    'Fwink!'   "PERSON, WAKE UP!"    My eyes snapped open and I sat up quick. Blinking slowly I looked around. Oh, where am I? My thoughts felt heavy and muddled. A huge dark window loomed about five feet in front of me. Stars blinked past rapidly. Space? I though slowly. Am I in space? Spaceship? I looked down as I rubbed the side of my head, empty soda cans littered the floor. Did I get hit with an empty soda can?    "P

She likes to play with matches, She's drawn to the flame. She likes to burn the pictures, And forget about the names. It's all so very simple, So very clear to me. That this girl is a pyro, That's all she'll ever be.