My friends were Indiana Jones, a witheringly ugly Solid Snake and a Mr. I'm hesitant to use the word surreal in light of what lay ahead, but we definitely looked a strange bunch. You must be on a roundless mode to access it. So, after meeting up the four of us made our way to the hotel where we knew our journey would start. That many men don't die in one place without leaving some ghosts behind.
I am telling you right here that every deathmatch map ever made is haunted as fuck. The map's still a dangerous place built from killzones and bad angles, but without all the noise and adrenaline filling things up you become aware of the presence of something else. You ever walked around a deathmatch map without anybody firing a shot? It's creepy. The memory's hazy now but I remember it was the underpass, and I remember it was dawn, because it was always dawn in AHL_5am.
It started when we met in the underpass at dawn.
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