Nobody fears the ghost of flight 721. It passes overhead, far above, where it cannot be seen, except for the ethereal shades of the contrails it leaves behind it.
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Here is my summary of the final act in Half Life 2, as promised. As stated before, J. and I really did believe it was the best way to finish this phenomenal game, and these words fail to do the programmers’ work justice, but here, in my own humble way, I pay tribute to them. Spoilers:
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It’s another wet day here in Southampton… sometimes it seems to have been raining forever. Anya hates the rain. It reminds her of ‘Nam. She does this cute thing where she snuffles at the air irritably, and I know that it’s the ghost of blood and ash that’s got in her nose. Bless…!
Living with J. continues to go swimmingly… Thankfully, there’s no sexual tension like there was with the last one. It can get so messy when there is, and inevitably thatÂ chemistry has to go somewhere, and that can only end one of two ways; either with a whimper, or a series of awkward questions and firearm ballistics tests. It’s no coincidence that it’s the scenario which has made most of my favourite shows jump the shark.
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As I made my way home today, snow fell in fits and starts. Excited by this, I determined that this would be the day when Anya would experience her first snowball fight. Of course, being mother England, very little settled; instead, the garden had turned to a white-flecked slurry of mud and goo.
Still, I’d made myself a promise, so, undaunted, I made the best of it. I thought it through, of course – it wouldn’t do to make a mess of clothes or kitchen. So naked I went. Of course, being a dog, Anya was already undressed.
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