Get OUT.

What is yours? Why can't I kill you?

You avoid MY turrets, inhale MY neurotoxin, and won't leave MY facility.

WHY. NOT.

Get Out Of The Facility

Look, Chell. I know we hate eachother. Or, I hate you and you feel whatever, I don't care. The point is: we need to put our differences aside for a moment. I'm giving you a gun. Please shoot the Black Mesa guard I keep seeing in the facility. I need that bastard dead

{ - usually keep it. }

... oh, did I say that way? I meant a little to the left. { There's spikes littered across the very bottom of the pit- but more than enough surfaces to portal away, although the surface was oddly... distant this time. Not that it /mattered/, the destination just wasn't as sterile as she'd - }

AT THIS POINT IT IS EVIDENT THAT THE SIGHTS MENTIONED IN THE LATTER HALF OF THE RECORDING YIELD LITTLE USEFUL INFORMATION. DESCRIPTIONS APPEAR TO BE THE PRODUCT OF DELIRIUM OR OTHERWISE ALTERED PERCEPTION.

You're wondering if I put something down there. I did. I'm not going to tell you, of course. But that's what your boots are for. Explore a little. You need the exercise.

What I call planning, they call scheming / What I call delusion, they call dreaming / Why am I the only one who sees things as they are?

What are you smiling about? Stop that. The test has not began. ... or are you being an idiot again? Ha Ha.

ORIGINAL PINNED.

⠀ Well done. Here come the test results: You are a horrible person. ⠀

{{ video uploading hell

⠀ I'm serious, that's what it says: "A horrible person." We weren't even testing for that. ⠀

{{ im a musician now guys. apparently

{{ Test chamber time!

{{ Hello, Holly.