>you will never be an elite combine assassin dual wielding pistols
>you will never be tasked with slaughtering resistance cells
>you will never burst into an old warehouse and slaughter resistance qts
>you will never have them beg for mercy after being badly wounded
>you will never see a qt resistance fighter crying over her boyfriend's corpse, before you mercilessly execute her as well
>you will never find the wounded in the infimary and slowly finish them off, meeting eyes with one of the qt girls with a cast on her arm before sliding the gun slowly in her mouth as she whimpers and spattering the old decaying sheets with her brain matter
>you will never carry the limp, cold bodies of young qts to the concrete courtyard and pile them in heaps
>you will never watch the stale afternoon sunlight fall on their pale faces, drained of blood
>you will never watch the crows start to gather around the fresh of carrion of so many young, innocent, delicious bodies
>you will never watch the breasts of a dead female resistance member jiggle as you drop her atop a pile of her comrades
>you will never look into the cold dead eyes of a female resistance member whose life you took only moments before
>you will never light their corpses on fire and watch the choking black smoke fill the sky above city 17, its horrific stench not even bothering you
>you will never find a survivor of your attack and torture her until she begs for death, revealing the location of the next resistance cell in return
>you will never play the sequel
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>ywn fuck a combine assassin