imagine a HECU marine stuck in one of black mesa's facilities so the only way he can get out of there is by reloading his SAW machine gun and just go ape shit on the aliens in fully automatic

The black helicopter of Mogadishu

left and right brain and your juiced off pcp after 30 hours of battlefield

Mfs during the 7 hour war:

The man made a channel, a single perfect video and then disappeared. Absolute legend

Northdude thats right. HOLD THE WALLS OF GANZIR WE LIVE IN THE LIGHT SO SCP FOUNDATION CAN DIE IN THE DRAK

"YOU CAN'T KILL ME!" - Sargent Frank Woods

Bro…This is DOPE!!! Also where did you get those .50 cal sfx?!

Nice

*[Chaos Insurgency Joins Chat]*

Got a Road of the Dead feeling from the other guy behind him

You know what I want? I want a story about a medical team, probably a shopper or two and I get a call for support and as they are on the way, they are told by command to turn around but they refuse. I want a story like that, I think it'd be fun

awesome

7hw

The guy on the right has PTSD. The guy on the left IS PTSD.

Damn this song rocks!!! I need more of this!!!

that moment when Dr. Freeman gets to your part of the facility

"Sir, now that we're pinned down, can I shoot at everything that's breathing?"

Remember entity is a conito hazard, most likely engineered for the foundation to destroy humanity, just remember the idea to kill humanity had no second thought or attempt to save more by the foundation (cure) with is likely a heavy physical hazard

Can somebody please tell me what happened to the guy on the right

When you’re the last of your platoon in black Mesa, you just hear the buildup section of Surface Tension 3 perpetually in your head.

Yo man, i hope you are doing well irl. Would love more content like this if you ever feel the motivation for it!

wow the image is so bad and so edgy omfg i can't

Every time I listen to this I imagine the men we left behind in Afghanistan.

Gives me project wingman mission 11 vibes if you weren't monarch

We moved forward the looming shadows of my dead comrades hung on me like a demonic cape their maws opening mere centimeters from my ear begging me to take as I raised my rifle with slow deliveriverate steps I too became a demon as the flash of the muzzle illuminated the night the red that covered the walls the viscera on the ground I knew then god had chosen his creation and I would show him the glory of what he’s made

Ganzir is falling

this sounds like something that would go in an sfm but like mix it with Black Mesa and Half-Life like one moment its black mesa and then it does like a cool transition from behind a corner and it turns into hl

2 Chaos Insurgency vs an 05-4 with a fucking minigun

I put this shit on max bolvume wherever i need to do track

Pov : me and the boys when aur squad leader and teammates are all ded and we defend the hill with 3 sniper 2 macine gunners in arma reforger ngl that moment was good

"We only need to get lucky once..."

You will one day stand before God and answer for everything you have done. How will you do on that day? Here's a quick test: Have you ever lied? Have you ever stolen anything? Have you used God's name in vain? Have you ever looked at someone with lust? Have you had sex outside of marriage? Have you ever had, or been involved in, an abortion? Will you be guilty on Judgment Day? If you have done these things, God sees you as a lying, thieving, fornicating, blasphemer, adulterer at heart, and murderer, and the Bible warns that God will punish you in a terrible place called the lake of fire: Revelation 21:8: "But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death." Yet God, who is "...rich in mercy,..." sent His Son the Lord Jesus Christ to suffer and die on the cross for all guilty sinners. We broke God's law and the Lord Jesus Christ paid our fine. That means God can legally dismiss our case and He can commute our death sentence. John 3:16: "For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish but have everlasting life." Then the Lord Jesus Christ rose from the dead and defeated death. Please, repent of your sins and trust in the Lord Jesus Christ as Savior, and God will give you eternal life as a free gift: Ephesians 2:8-9: "For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast." John 14:6: "Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me."

Kind of thing I imagine you would hear in a zombie apocalypse scenario where it's not JUST running or walking zombies, but mutated ones as well. Zombies that are tanking multiple rounds from 12.7mm machine guns before going down, and hulking monstrosities that take two or three APHE shells from AFVs. Not a realistic scenario at all, just a pure "holy sh**" you would expect from a military perspective in Left 4 Dead, or Dead Space. Outbreaks reported, police response is common and effective, civil unrest is significant. Military sent in, but the virus is adapting to its environment that are harming its hosts. Generation one? Normal zombies, maybe still just considered "infected" like in L4D and other films... Walking, running, still unnaturally strong, standard human durability feats. Generation two? They're adapting. Some have tougher skin from growths and some lower caliber weapons aren't effective anymore. Lucky shots and overwhelming firepower from traditional police weapons barely hold off hordes. Most military equipment still works, but it's getting noticeable. Anything at 7.62mm still very effective. Generation three? Couple of weeks in. Most standard police equipment is now practically useless, beyond shotguns and rifles provided to tactical response teams, and even then, they're not as effective anymore. Military equipment is becoming less effective as well... More units are being sent out in APCs, IFVs, or higher-caliber weapons, and non-armored vehicles are being used to repair the gradually deteriorating armored vehicles. Outbreak is becoming harder to contain, and more infected are being reported. Military resources are beginning to become difficult to coordinate in the chaos, becoming slower to receive and send out across the nation. [Generation Three might be the phase that this video scenario would appear]. Generation four? Noticeable 'mutated' are showing up... Some are getting stronger and ridiculous durability, others unnaturally fast and nearly just as durable. Normal firearms aren't cutting it anymore. Machine guns with 12.7mm still take care of the majority, but heavier weapons are being brought out to deal with the more difficult mutated variants, explosives are being authorised in urban centres... Police have been completely removed from containing the main outbreak zones, and delegated to continue civil and criminal services in safe zones. ERT and SWAT respond to minor outbreaks, before military response arrives. Generation Five?... Infantry weapons become obsolete. Most infected are durable enough that anything below 12.7mm is ineffective, or requires significant collective firepower on a single target, or small group. Mounted weapons are relied upon, and airstrikes in danger-close situations are becoming more common. Firebomb operations are authorised as this point for "Lost Zones". Multiple outbreak zones are breached, and safe zones are getting smaller. Metropolitan centres are nearly overrun, and evacuations have long since removed civilians from the downtown areas and internal urban zones in generation three. Generation Six? .... Delayed retreat. Nuclear deployment. Standard Infantry weapons totally ineffective up to and including 12.7mm. APC and IFVs no longer reliable against the hordes. AFVs (tanks and other similarly armed vehicles) are primarily used in the retreat to fend off the hordes, and take out small hordes with significant firepower and difficulty. Generation Seven?.... Radio static. Most metropolitan regions are overrun. Security is found further north and south to use the climate to delay the infected. Many regions are too dangerous to enter due to remaining radiation, and immense hordes. The military is fractured, with companies relying on local command and old orders to remain cohesive. Largest remaining units are at the battalion size, and near the few remaining safe zones.... Less than five still report in. Generation Eight?... Nothing. Radio static for weeks... No more safe zones... No more militaries... Lights have long since gone out. Few survivors left are hiding, and in few numbers. Cities are monuments to the glory days years before the outbreak began.

id like to imagine that this city was successfully held off and the combine just give it the bruno treatment and not go near or talk about it

Pov: red lake

Alien invade

Hello sir im hecu😊

FORGET ABOUT FREEMAN! *GAKGAKGAKGAKGAKGAKGAKGAK*

I play this every time when I play Ghost Recon wildlands and I'm up in a watchtower aka the building one and I'm being sworn by unidad by waves and waves

Hate to break it to you, but there aint any air assets at all, let alone in sector 8.

bro the music from the hlaf life 1? music name : we`ve got hostiles

The Adventures of Bunny and Wojak. There's a reason he became a doomer.

This music makes me think of Payday 2. "Shoot and Scoot!!"

this is the only one of these shitty wojak edit videos i actually like

“Any station, any Station! This is Raptor 2-3, the rest of my chalk are dead, I’m down to my last five mags, and the enemy are closing in! I need resupply, now!” *”Raptor 2-3, please confirm, did you say ‘resupply’?”* A barrage of gunfire is heard over the radio as the gunner fires a wall of lead at the encroaching mechanical hellbeast approaching their position, ducking plasma rounds that soared directly over his head where he’d been a second before. Another rapport of Gauss boosted machine gun fire sounded soon after, along with a roar of fury from the soldier. “YOU’RE FUCKING A RIGHT I SAID RESUPPLY! I’M THE ONLY THING HOLDING THE FUCKIN LINE DOWN HERE; SO JUST FUCKING SEND ME SOME AMMO AND SOME MEN, DAMNIT!” *”Raptor 2-3, all routes into your AO are cut off or overrun, you are behind the wire; I repeat you are behind the wire, we can try to drop you some ammunition but we don’t have any manpower to spare. Copy?”* Another roar left the man’s lips as he swung his machine gun right and gunned down one of his comrades, now infected by the influence of these techno-organic demons that descended onto his homeworld, before feeling a pang in his chest at watching one of his former brothers fall, purple flecked blood and oil spilling onto the dirt at the foot of his trench. He cursed his luck, but he expected it. The damn bugs were swarming all over the place; and the CDF were spread thin to halt their continued invasion and keep civilian casualties to a minimum. Thank fuck, he thought; that most of Corneria City was built upon an archipelago. But that still left him holding the line on one of Corneria’s beaches alone, his comrades littering the sand around him and staining the white beaches red with their blood as he held his ground against the encroaching threat as they stomped out of the water. “FUCK IT! I’LL FIGURE IT OUT! CMON YOU FUCKIN BUGS! YOU WANT ME SO DAMN BAD?! COME AN GET ME!” He punctuated his statement with another barrage of machine gun fire; but right as he felt as though he may just be able to turn the tide- *click* the one sound no soldier wanted to hear in the thick of battle; and he looked down at his belted ammunition, realizing that he was out, and needed to reload. Then he felt a wave of heat; and was slammed into the back of his trench in a spray of sand and soot, his ears ringing as he clamped a hand to his side, ripping it away when his hand burned with the intense heat that ripped through his abdomen just now, ignoring his body armor like it didn’t even exist. So…this was how he was gonna die, eh? Even now his vision was darkening as the fucker that shot him was closing in for the kill, walking on creepily articulate metal legs towards him, the plasma caster underneath it’s delta eyed glare humming still with purple energy, revving up again for another blast as it was leveled on him. “Fuck you- *KOFF KOFF* you fuckin bugs.” He closed his eyes in preparation to meet his maker; hoping he’d at least make his Mama proud having served his planet with honor- *WHUMP* but the sound of crunching steel and an ungodly screech from the beast ripped his eyes open in shock as he witnessed a man clad in deep crimson CDF Trooper body armor collide shoulder first with the creature, watching him in awe as he slammed his fist into the fucker’s eyes and crushed them in a single punch, before feeling slender hands hoist him to his feet from beside him. “KRYS! GET HIS ASS BACK TO THE AID STATION, KAY?! I GOT THIS PRICK!” He heard the man yell at presumably the one who hoisted him to his feet, right before the man drew a pair of handguns from the rig beneath his armpits and start laying into the alien with blasts of brilliant blue plasma. “On it! Just don’t get too reckless Kaz, Fox will wring your neck if you get injured again!” The other voice was significantly less harsh to his ears as he struggled to keep his eyes open, and he realized as he was hauled over the other soldier’s shoulders- It was female. And did…did she say Fox? Then he heard it- The unmistakable whine of Arwing engines soaring overhead, and privately, he thought- Shit, there really is a God, and his battle brothers would probly be avenged by Star Fox and that wolf in the red armor, giving him the slightest bit of hope as he was carried off to safety. Still, he couldn’t help himself as he thought…he wasn’t expecting this vixen carrying him out of the fight to be this strong! “What’s your name, soldier?” She asked; and startled by her sudden question he had to recover, and quick. “Shepard Ma’am; Staff Sergeant Kyle Alexander Shepard; Raptor 2-3, Chalk 4 CDF Rangers.” But somehow he managed to recover some degree of decorum, answering her as stiffly as he could with a chunk taken out of his side. “Krystal; I don’t have a rank, but I’m apart of Star Fox, pleasure to meet you. That hothead you saw fist fighting the Aparoid a moment ago was Kazuhira, but I’m sure you’ll get the chance to get better acquainted once we get you fixed up.” “I…thank you, Ma’am. You, that Kaz guy- *KOFF KOFF KOFF Wheeze* all you guys.” But the vixen just giggled, and if Kyle weren’t trying all he could to keep from passing out from the pain- Which was excruciating now that the initial shock was wearing off- He’d be confused as to why, until she spoke again. “Don’t thank us yet; we still have to patch that hole in your side. Thankfully we’re almost at the aid station, so it looks like you’re going to make it, Staff Sergeant.” Kyle quirked his hackles up in a grin at that, looking up just enough to see the OD green of a CDF medical tent up ahead, the bright white banner with a bright Red Cross almost visible from space with Corpsmen racing out to collect him from Krystal’s back. “Well, I’ll be damned. Guess I ain’t kickin it after all.” Were the only words he was able to get out before darkness crept into his vision, and he felt himself get carried off to the med tent at double time. I know it’s probly long winded as shit (and there’s probably gonna be some chooms that are cringing at the mention of furry shit) but got inspired to write this little excerpt listening to this, and figured I’d share it for y’all ✌️ peace chooms

Man that "Sit tight guys." At the beginning right before the music starts banging is so epic. Makes the pilot feel like a hero coming in to save the day.

Pov: The seven hour war

I have not felt this dread in a long time.

I don't know what's worse. Fighting to the end against a threat that has overwhelming numbers and tech that you have zero chance in a straight up fight. Or how absolutely chaotic it becomes that the chain of command begins to peel apart, and it becomes a pure fight for survival with zero chance of winning.