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Gavrilo

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  1. Ross, there was a man in Life is Strange who you did not recognise, but you thought that he looked like a politician. I think that you may have thought that because he looks like Richard Nixon.
  2. The point of the show is basically that of presenting the thoughts of a neurotic scientist throughout the events of Half-Life. However, something that has been bothering me is that although Gordon Freeman spent his first episode in Xen freaking out, he has been strangely calm in subsequent episodes. I expected Gordon to be more excited about making scientific observations in, for practical purposes, a previously undiscovered type of place. Maybe say something about the rock composition, or formation, or something about the atmosphere, and throw in some stuff about escape velocity et cetera to make it sound real. Maybe his explosives did very little to harm the Gonarch because of the thin atmosphere? If the atmosphere is thin, what about breathing, and what about sounds? Obviously there has been some of this (like wondering about the floating rock), but very few. I think that there have already been many missed opportunities for stuff like this, and of course there isn't much time left. I find this strange simply because the lack of scientific observations makes Gordon Freeman seem as if he could be anything. A neurotic car mechanic? A neurotic masseur? It doesn't seem realistic that this theoretical physicist, after being dropped into Xen (an interdimensional world, right?), would not be curious about his surroundings in the slightest. Any thoughts on this? Also, as a side note, in creating an account to post this comment, I was given the question that asks for the name of the game in which Freeman's Mind takes place. I put 'Half-Life' as my answer, and it wasn't accepted. Is it possible that the answer key has the name misspelled as 'Half Life'?
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