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I NEEDED THIS SO BAD. SOMBRA IS WHAT I CALL A BADIIIEEEEE

I LOVE OVERWATCH. I DON'T CARE THAT I BUY THE PRODUCT AND DON'T RECEIVE IT.

Dumb stinky dinosaurs. I hate this game and I hate what it stands for. How is it that I buy this game and I have to buy DLC like this? Why was it not included in the base game? This tells me that the base game was not the final product as it needed more. SO WHY DO I HAVE TO PAY FOR MORE? This sexually frustrates me so bad I cannot handle the pain anymore. Is my life really like this now? I sit down, look at the steam page and see what I can no longer afford? Is this what I get for serving my country? Is this the betrayal I deserve? Did I not love my country enough? Just answer me this: Why do I have to pay for stinky ass dinosaurs?

1 EXT. PACIFIC OCEAN – DAY 1

A speedboat cuts swiftly through the ocean swells beneath the
looming cliffs of ISLA SORNA.


2 EXT. BOAT - DAY 2

Illegal Costa Rican parasail operator ENRIQUE CARDOSO helps
Americans BEN HILDEBRAND and twelve-year-old ERIC KIRVY --
already wearing life-vests -- strap themselves into a two-
person PARASAIL HARNESS.


3 EXT. BOAT - DAY 3

Ben and Eric clamber onto a makeshift PLATFORM that hangs over
the back of the board. Dangling from Ben's neck is a CAMCORDER.

BEN
You make sure to get us as close as you can,
okay? If it's a good trip, I'll give you a
little extra.

ENRIQUE
Don't worry. I take you close. But not too
close.
(rubbing Eric's head)
You don't want them to eat you.

Enrique heads toward the driver's seat and a large SECOND-HAND
WINCH bolted to the deck.

ENRIQUE (CONT'D)
Ready, amigos?

Ben and Eric nod excitedly and give the thumbs up. Ben lifts the
camcorder to the record the action.

Enrique jams the down the throttle down, and with a loud RAOR, the
speedboat shoots forward. Soon the boat is whipping across the
rolling ocean.

Strapped together, Ben and Eric lean back over the passing
water, intently watching for Enrique's signal.

As the boat picks up speed, Enrique eyes the speedometer.

Ben grabs the end of the RIPCORD attached to the harness. He and
Eric braces themselves.

Enrique finally signals with a pulling motion. He pulls
the winch, Ben yanks the cord and -

WOOOSH! A brightly colored PARASAIL blossoms behind the boat,
hoisting Ben and Eric aloft. In a big BLOCK LETTERS on the
parasail is stitched "DINO-SOAR."

THE TOWNLINE unsold rapidly from its enormous reel.

BEN AND ERIC climb higher and higher.

ENRIQUE keeps an eye on the clients. When they reach a certain
height, he LOCKS OFF the reel.

High overhead, Ben and Eric are floating in wonderful, quiet
splendor. The motor of the boat now sounds strangely distant.

Down below, the boat enters a think blanket of FOG.

Eric points excitedly at the islands as Ben films him with the
camera.

Then, a sudden TUG on the thing line cause Ben to drop the camera,
which now dangles from his neck.

ERIC
What was that?

A second tug...and now the faintest of screams.

Ben and Eric look down to find that the boat has disappeared
into the low bank of FOG.

By the time the boat emerges on the far side of the mist...THEIR
IS NO SIGN OF ENRIQUE. The deck is splattered with blood.

As Ben considers the driverless boat...

ERIC (CONT'D)
Ben!

Ben glances over at Eric, staring in horror at something
below. Following his gaze, Ben finds that their boat is only
moments away from crashing into A LARGE REEF.

Sticking out of the water, the imposing reef is being battered
by waves.

AS THE BOAT SMASHES INTO THE REEF, it splinters into a
number of pieces.

A panicked Ben turns to Eric.

BEN
Unclip your line!

Eric and Ben frantically unclip their lines. Catching an
updraft, the parasailers float upward.

A strong wind sends them wafting over the daunting cliffs
of ISLA SORNA...


4 EXT. SUBURBAN BACKYARD - DAY 4

TWO PLASTIC DINOSAURS enter the frame and do battle accompanied
by a child's ferocious sounds.

CHILD (O.S.)

RRRRROW! GRRRRRR!

WINDER TO REVEAL -

CHARLIE, a three-year old boy, plays in a sandbox with his
favorite toy dinosaurs. ALAN GRANT squats next to him and
watches with great delight.

ELLIE SATLER stands over them, an INFANT in her arms -- a
picture of the perfect family.

GRANT
Oh, actually, Charlie, those two are
herbivores. They wouldn't be interested in
fighting each other. But these...
(picking up two other dinosaurs)
See, these are carnivores. And this one here
-- see its claws -- this one here uses its
claws to gouge at the throat of its opponent…

As Grant demonstrates with some GRUNT and GROANS of his
own, he only succeeds in frightening the boy.

ELLIE
(interrupting)
Uh, Alan?


GRANT
Hmm?

ELLIE
He's three. Why don't you wait till he's a
little older?


GRANT
Oh, right.
(back to Charlie)
Happy dinosaurs.

He bounces them along the sandbox edge.

Then, the sound of a CAR ENGINE turning off and a door
SLAMMING is heard.

ELLIE
That must be Mark.
(calling out)
Mark, we’re back here!

Ellie and Grant turn to see --

MARK DEGLER coming through the gate carrying a briefcase. He's their age, handsome but not annoyingly so, with a friendly,
balance demeanor.

He and Ellie kiss tenderly on the lips.

ELLIE (CONT'D)
Good day?

MARK
Keeping the world safe.
(re: baby)
Here, let me take her.

Ellie hands off the baby.

ELLIE
Mark, this is Alan Grant.

MARK
Nice to meet you, Alan. I've heard a lot about
you.

The two men shake hands, and we now realize it is Grant
who is the stranger in this household. Little Charlie runs to
his father, showing his dinosaur.

CHARLIE
Daddy, this is a herbabore.

Grant smiles uncomfortably, a third wheel.


5 INT. DINING ROOM - NIGHT 5

WINDEN to a PARROT in a large cage. Grant is teasing
the bird with a cookie, holding a it just out of reach.

GRANT
What's my name? Come on, Jack, say it. Is my
name Alan? Say my name.

The bird doesn't respond.

GRANT (CONT'D)
He used to know me.

ELLIE
Sorry, Alan it's been six years.

Grant shrugs, gives Jack the cookie, and heads towards the table.
The three adults are finishing their dessert and coffee. The
The children have been out to bed.

An awkward moment of silence. Uncomfortable smiles. Then --

MARK
More coffee?

ELLIE
(relived)
Yes. Great.

Mark stands and collects their cups.

ELLIE (CONT'D)
So, Mark's working at the State Department
now.

GRANT
Really?
(To Mark)
What do you do there?

MARK
(with mock bravado)
I could tell you about it, but than I'd have to
kill you.

GRANT
Indeed.

Mark smiles, nodding. Then he goes into the kitchen. Another
uncomfortable silence.

ELLIE
So what are you working on now?

GRANT

We have a new site in Montana. At least until
the money runs out.

ELLIE
Anything good?

GRANT
Raptors, mostly.

ELLIE
My favorite.

Grant leans forward, realizing Ellie's one of the few people he
can talk to about this.

GRANT
You remember the sounds they made?

ELLIE
I try not to.

GRANT
We've done cranial scans, and raptors
actually had a quite sophisticated
resonating chamber. I have a theory that
their ability to vocalize is the key to their
social intelligence. The way they can work
together as a team.

ELLIE
You think they could talk to each other?

GRANT
To a degree we never imagined.

And from the cage in the corner of the room...

JACK
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥!

Both look back at the parrot. ELLIE smiles.

ELLIE
You taught him that.


6 EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - NIGHT 6

Ellie and Grant head toward the rental car parked in the
driveway.

ELLIE
Good luck with the fund raising.

GRANT
It was never easy, but before Jurassic Park,
you could find money. Somewhere. Now fossils
are out. Everyone wants to see a real live
dinosaur.

ELLIE
Times change Alan. But you're the still the
best. I mean that.

This game is a 1-to-1 experience of those four journalists who got left behind in Kabul, Afghanistan

hadhih alluebat eibarat ean tajribat fardiat lihawula' alsahafiiyn al'arbaeat aladhin tarakuu wara'ahum fi kabul, 'afghanistan

هذه اللعبة عبارة عن تجربة فردية لهؤلاء الصحفيين الأربعة الذين تركوا وراءهم في كابول، أفغانستان

Of course, Tencent has to ruin this game. You have to create an account for Metal Slug.
当然，腾讯也得毁掉这个游戏。您必须为合金弹头创建一个帐户
Dāngrán, téngxùn yě dé huǐ diào zhège yóuxì. Nín bìxū wèi Metal Slug chuàngjiàn yīgè zhànghù.

Warning: Forcible impact alert. Scanning for Chinese artillery. Catastrophic system failure... Initiating core shutdown as per emergency initiative 2682209... I die
警告：强力撞击警报。扫描中国火炮。灾难性系统故障...根据紧急计划 2682209 启动核心关闭...我死了
Jǐnggào: Qiánglì zhuàngjí jǐngbào. Sǎomiáo zhōngguó huǒpào. Zāinàn xìng xìtǒng gùzhàng... Gēnjù jǐnjí jìhuà 2682209 qǐdòng héxīn guānbì... Wǒ sǐle

WHY DID I BUY THIS AGAIN

This game sucks so much. It is free. the same price as trash...

I love Xenoblade Chronicles!

Father forgive me for I have sinned.

Just like real life, but better