I don't understand all the hoopla surrounding Half Life 2. I mean, Christ, the game has more security than LAX. Go within 50 feet of Valve headquarters and a giant telsa coil rises up from the ground and shoots 5,000,000 volts of electricity into your penis. Come on, it's just a video game! Sure, I want to glue milk crates to dune buggies as much as anyone but I have enough sense to not make a fool of myself on Valve's official forums. The Steam forums are like every single Half Life and Counter-Strike website rolled into one. It's the nexus of morons who, for some reason, insist on playing de_dust 24/7. Hey, I'm not one to judge but seriously, r0x0rAWP0wnj00666, your mother is worried about you.
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That's so funny I forgot to laugh.
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Well if the starving coloureds were given a computer and a Steam account they'd bitch about it not working too.
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