Dr. Grey Backman

Those warm colours Stroking those walls hazily Caressing our memories...

"The thirst for Science ends once exploration and experimentation seizes." . . Light behaves oddly in Xen. There are multiple sources of lights in the border world, either through glowing cloud of gases or some star of steller-like body far away.

"Prepare for unforseen consequences..."

For some reason I really adore the vending machines in the facility. They seemlesly emit that light hue illuminating the area around it. Heck, one of these are asking us to "enjoy" as well. (The screenshot above was taken from one of the first maps of the original game)

The more we think about, the more confusing it gets. What in the god's creation are those spires? These things are surely native to Xen and are made of tough solid elements, and? We want to know more...more about this "place of dreams and nightmares."

Had a nice converse with my fellow employee Dr. Casali while on my way to the Central Transit Hub. Coincidentally with more ups and grunts in our conversation dealing with our interests, we came to a conclusion that we were no different that some twins in the family. We both liked scientific enginnering and curiously enough the exploration of the unknown. We soon seperated while on our way, but he did give a peculiar pamplet with the title "Floras and Faunas of the Border World". It seems mor…

"Gas giants, inhabited by vast meteorological intelligences, world strech thin across the membrane where dimensions intersect."

My coworker always trying his level best to disturb me with his regular antics... Nonetheless his photography skills are quite remarkable. By the way, Walter behind me has been staring that white board for quite a while now. He is completely stressed out for tommorow's presentation it seems. (Screenshot taken from one of the offices you see while riding your tram in the main game)

Commuting in one of these small trams do not by any means give you a modern or futuristic vibes, instead it gives you the vibes of nostalgia or some sort. The empty carriage cruising along the endless lines, the faded blue seat covers of the coaches, the electric humming of the suspensions and that appeasing greyish colour of the tunnels are all but strongly compelling in my eyes. (Screenshot taken from one of the lines leading to Level 3 Dormitories.)

As I look above the steep cliff, I see the heavenly sky; bluer than the blue shift, along with the hint of white stratus racing against the sparkling sun. Black Mesa's surrounding old beauty really had me weep this time.