mirror of
https://github.com/1dot13/source.git
synced 2026-09-16 14:47:17 +02:00
d683cdeb64
* prepare gamedir for running the game * Stop telling installers to overwrite the vanilla game The release no longer contains anything that lands on a vanilla file: its base data lives in Base, so unpacking it over the game directory and copying the game's Data into the release now amount to the same installation. Co-Authored-By: Claude Opus 5 <noreply@anthropic.com> * Give the mod's base data its own VFS profile Its files ship in Base now, so that a vanilla Data directory can be copied in whole without a single collision. Mount Base right above the vanilla dirs in every profile stack — the slot where the installer's overwrites used to end up. Co-Authored-By: Claude Opus 5 <noreply@anthropic.com> * Mount Base in the language overlays' VFS configs too Assembling a release copies a <Language>_Version directory over gamedir, its own copies of the configs included, so without the same Base profile every non-English release would mount nothing from Base. Their libraries move along with the rest of the base data: each language slf, and the Russian data.slf that shadows the vanilla Data.slf by name. Co-Authored-By: Claude Opus 5 <noreply@anthropic.com> * Ignore a vanilla Data directory dropped into gamedir Running the game here needs one copied in, and it is an untouched copy of somebody's retail install — nothing this repository should track. Co-Authored-By: Claude Opus 5 <noreply@anthropic.com> * Ignore only the player profile directory, not every Profiles The unanchored pattern also swallowed Base/TableData/Profiles, the mod's soldier profile XMLs, which are tracked and belong in a release. Co-Authored-By: Claude Opus 5 <noreply@anthropic.com> * move gamedir/Data to gamedir/Base * move gamedir-languages' Data to Base --------- Co-authored-by: Claude Opus 5 <noreply@anthropic.com>
143 lines
5.6 KiB
Plaintext
143 lines
5.6 KiB
Plaintext
Inconvenience.
|
|
The targets are here.
|
|
Ham-dog! I'm knee deep in it.
|
|
The targets are here.
|
|
This is gonna be more fun than I thought!
|
|
Jackpot! The spawning grounds. Gonna nip this right in the butt right now!
|
|
Catchin' noise.
|
|
This sucks eggs.
|
|
Step firmly! Got a bad feeling!
|
|
Step firmly! Got a bad feeling!
|
|
Ham-dog! I'm knee deep in it.
|
|
There!
|
|
What's that?
|
|
I'm dry! Need some ammo now.
|
|
Not good. Spraying blood like a keg.
|
|
Knowing Bull, he went hard.
|
|
Biff is dead? He was like a pet to me.
|
|
Gus was a good man.
|
|
Makes no sense...
|
|
Gun's jamming!
|
|
This ain't over.
|
|
Couple of drinks and I won't even remember it.
|
|
Losers.
|
|
Ain't doable. No visuals.
|
|
Got a low grade wound here.
|
|
Time to get into my bag. I'm beat...
|
|
Sucking... on a... lung.
|
|
Another one for the chaplain.
|
|
Reminds me of soup... I like soup.
|
|
Don't know what that Trevor's going on about. Couldn't give a kangaroos arse either. Just ditch him.
|
|
That Meltdown has gotta be the ugliest looking thing I ever saw. Got an urge to shoot it, myself.
|
|
|
|
|
|
He deserved to die slower, but what ya gonna do.
|
|
|
|
I'm finished up.
|
|
Hope you weren't counting on it.
|
|
Very nice! Looks like there's something to that big bang theory, after all. Well... That's what we came to do!
|
|
Very nice! Looks like there's something to that big bang theory, after all. Well... That's what we came to do!
|
|
Somebody's child...
|
|
This sucks eggs.
|
|
Posers. Poor imitations of fighting men that's what most of 'em are.
|
|
Stay alert! Bird droppings coming our way.
|
|
Most of my stuff should be ditched in a lake.
|
|
I like it when them snobs walk around with their noses way up in the air, gives me something to aim for.
|
|
|
|
Comes with performance.
|
|
Got a stupid tag hanging from it.
|
|
Step away. Ain't nothing to see here.
|
|
He keeps blabbing away in sort of kangaroo speak. Don't know, but I'm getting away from Colby. He's giving me a tumor.
|
|
I see that thing's face again, I swear I'm gonna die. I'm puttin' some mileage between me and Meltdown. I just can't bring up any more acid.
|
|
Bull knows the ropes.
|
|
That boy makes me piss myself.
|
|
There's a man with a couple of wars under his belt.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Eyeballs are tearing. That's never happened before.
|
|
Not proud to say this, but trying is useless.
|
|
That was entertaining.
|
|
We're gonna see action here.
|
|
They're not all bagged yet. Keep that in mind.
|
|
|
|
Makes me warm inside.
|
|
Somebody's child...
|
|
Now we're both happy.
|
|
It's looks just like they were never here.
|
|
Ham-dog! What the Hell happened?
|
|
Reminds me of the lady who ran the corner store back in my old neighborhood.
|
|
Got four-legged trouble.
|
|
I get mixed feelings when these things come to an end. Get some down time, but I can't really relax unless I got a finger tugging at a trigger. Hopefully, we'll get to do it again.
|
|
Someone musta yelled fire. They made for the exits.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Count me in, too.
|
|
Fraggin' piece of ham-dog this thing!
|
|
It ain't clean. Should be careful.
|
|
Don't look right around here.
|
|
|
|
I'm standing by. Want to change that?
|
|
Computer's back in business. Can't wait to fire up a couple of my... favorite sites.
|
|
Ham-dog! What the Hell happened?
|
|
Yeah... And you'll be lucky if I let you live.
|
|
We showed up like the fourth of July. We should be making tracks.
|
|
We ain't going anywhere up here. Gotta figure a way to open that freakin' door downstairs.
|
|
Yeah... right! There's only one way out and we're going together.
|
|
Had I known we were landing in the Arctic, I would have worn my long underwear. Ham-dog! I'm freezing!
|
|
Jackpot! The spawning grounds. Gonna nip this right in the butt right now!
|
|
Grew up in a town pretty much like this...
|
|
Well, there's a good sign, my pants are filling out again. Amazing what a little bit of sun'll do.
|
|
Looks like we didn't all make it! Oh, well...
|
|
We made a lot of noise, but that's the way I like it. Gives 'em time to think about what's coming.
|
|
Looks like we didn't lose anyone to the blades.
|
|
Reminds me of the lady who ran the corner store back in my old neighborhood.
|
|
Got a loud bark for a little dog.
|
|
This is gonna be more fun than I thought!
|
|
Kid seems up-front. I trust him.
|
|
I never made it to Arulco, Manuel, but I'll do my best to see ya get back there.
|
|
Keep in check there, Colonel. Sometimes the less said the better.
|
|
Something tells me I'm gonna enjoy having you around, Kulba.
|
|
Just remember this ain't the movies, Cowboy!
|
|
Ham-dog! A new weapon to check out.
|
|
Ya know, if that buzzsaw starts up when we're in there, we're history.
|
|
He deserved to die slower, but what ya gonna do.
|
|
Gimme that paper!
|
|
Very nice! Looks like there's something to that big bang theory, after all. Well... That's what we came to do!
|
|
Looks like we didn't nip them in the butt after all. Whole country must know we're here!
|
|
Hummm. An eighteen century hand mortar with ammo. Haven't since one of those in over a month.
|
|
That's the last of 'em. What makes me think the hag's gonna be selling rugs in a month from now?
|
|
Thought I'd seen everything. Guess explosives weren't his speciality.
|
|
Only downside is raging Raul destroyed everything he was carrying, too.
|
|
Wirecutters would have been nice. Now, we gotta give this thing a good boot and let everyone know we're coming.
|
|
Look at the door. Ya gotta know someone doesn't want us in there.
|
|
I heard a loud noise coming from downstairs.
|
|
What's the deal with that alarm. Did we trigger something?
|
|
That's our cue. Fan is shutdown.
|
|
It's a list of launch coordinates for the missiles. Gives me an idea... I say, I fire off one of these suckers myself. Never had the pleasure before.
|
|
Shot it straight up and bring her straight back down. I'll program the coordinates for this place into control panel and scoot out by the elevator. Sounds like a plan to me.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|