does this count in "weird l4d pictures" ?

yes I'm
having fun

Upping for the sheer awesome.

Nick is (or rather was) a coke-freak.

Headcanon: If Nick hadn't ended up in the zombie apocalypse, at some point, <-- this would've been him.

I've always been of the school that Nick was a convicted felon, at least at some point. I don't mind that Valve didn't plug that in, but it still holds a dear place in my headcanon.

I don't really have any headcanons for anyone except that Nick is a giant Michael Jackson fan, on account if that suit of his looking like the smooth criminal outfit, which actually fits his character perfectly.

I had a good one tonight.

Playing finale of Death Toll. I like to hide in the closet under the stairs for whatever reason.
Standing at open door, under the stairs, helping teammates kill zombies.
Charger appears across from me.
"Oh Shit."
It rears back or whatever it does, and charges me, and I do the only thing I can think of: I close the door.

Now, I realize that, with real world physics, a plywood door will not successfully block a hulking mass of muscle.
But this is Left4Dead. So fuck real world physics, I guess.

The door splintered after he hit it, but he still wasted his charge, so I was happy.

The AI director hated me last night. Playing no Mercy. SIX FUCKING WITCHES.

TWO of them within 20 feet of the other, and TWO smack dab in the saferoom doors.

Was not very nice.

I've had some fun experiences with witches lately.

Hard Rain, got the gas cans, heading back up into the elevator. Hear this soft crying, slowly getting louder, and louder, and louder...

And goddamnit, she's right in front of the elevator door when it opens.

Lacking any other options, I leap out, and slash her with my katana.

Somehow she goes down in two shots.

Aaaand then the Tank around the corner killed us.



Today I had fun with the shotgun, though. Death Toll, start climbing up a ladder. Oh shit, witch is RIGHT there. Well, luckily, we have our trusty propane tank. So I climb back up there, throw it, shoot for it, and drop back down quick.

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that's cute! Now can you draw the hunter violently tearing his claws into the cat.

shirtless?

Woooowww sorry, I got really busy stitching Christmas ornaments.

----
It fell to Engie to make breakfast again. Why, he didn’t know, but the day didn’t feel right unless he started it by cooking up some of the oatmeal they had.

It tasted blander than hell, but food was food.
Demoman and Sniper arrived to the scene, looking somber.

Engie knew why. He’d seen the boy earlier. It was not a pleasant sight. “Like some oatmeal, fellas?” Sniper politely refused it, but he held the bowl out for Demo all the same.

Demoman nodded and tipped his bowl forward. "Ay. So what's the plan for today, then?" he asked, watching the faces of the other men. "How long should we stay here?"

“Reckon I ain’t too sure.” Engie admitted. “With…our…circumstances bein’ what they are…” he treaded lightly, “Ah think it’d be best to sit tight for a few more days.”

"I disagree," Spy huffed, walking in on the scene. "We can't afford to be held up any longer."

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I want more.

>>694
I second this

This awesome please make more i wanna know how it ends.

Some more for the readers. Enjoyyyy-ah.

Rochelle stops chewing on her breakfast when she sees me, and I limp over to my jacket. I force my bad arm through it with a wince, and try to ignore the awful smell stemming from the cloth.
“Want some breakfast?”

I slowly shake my head.
“Not hungry.”
I can tell by the way she stuffs a spoon of food into her mouth that she still has something say, and I sigh. Ellis slams his fist against the bathroom door impatiently. “C'mon c'mon! You've had more than enough time to take a leak! It's my turn!”

Coach grumbles something back, and the door unlocks a moment later, Ellis rushing in like his pants are on fire. Coach takes the can Rochelle holds out for him, and walks over to the couch, letting himself fall into the stuffy cushioning. I am almost about to think he's not going to talk to me, but after a particularly large bite he finally breaks the silence.
“Listen Nick. I appreciate you takin' the watch all night, but with that wound 'o yours and what happened last night-”

“I'll take watch whenever I damn well want to! I'm fucking FINE, it's nothing, we're going to find that FUCKING CEDA, and get the hell out of here! ” My vision flashes again briefly, and my own yelling makes me queasy from headache.

Rochelle jumps up from her seat angrily and slams her hands on the crate we used for a table. “You are so not alright! You almost killed me last night!” I almost crumple at the high-pitched yells she emits and I clamp my hands over my ears. Coach joins in the cacophony, and Ellis throws open the bathroom door with a loud bang to see what the commotion is about. Winning the argument is the least of my worries as both my own heartbeat and the onslaught of voices seem determined to blow my eardrums apart, and I squeeze my eyes shut tightly as the words merge into gnarled inhuman static.

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BEST UPDATE YET!

kill me

>>621

Later.

>>47

WHEN YOU GUNNA GIVE IT (more) TO US?

>>619

Not sure if word filter or actual necrophilia...
Probably word filter but both would apply for for L4D. Nick/Ellis necrophilia, it exists and it’s terrifying.

>>367
Hah I like their expressions.

>>620
I like Rochelle a lot.

I could totally see her as a BDSM dom. She already wears kickass boots, she doesn't take shit from anyone, and fuck, she wears a Depeche Mode shirt, and all of their songs are about S&M (and about how God is either terrible or doesn't exist). That, and the idea of Francis being a sub is hilarious to me.

(I see Helen and Saxton Hale's relationship this way, too.)

>>439

Or gmod. yup.