Installera Steam
logga in
|
språk
简体中文 (förenklad kinesiska)
繁體中文 (traditionell kinesiska)
日本語 (japanska)
한국어 (koreanska)
ไทย (thailändska)
Български (bulgariska)
Čeština (tjeckiska)
Dansk (danska)
Deutsch (tyska)
English (engelska)
Español – España (spanska – Spanien)
Español – Latinoamérica (spanska – Latinamerika)
Ελληνικά (grekiska)
Français (franska)
Italiano (italienska)
Bahasa Indonesia (indonesiska)
Magyar (ungerska)
Nederlands (nederländska)
Norsk (norska)
Polski (polska)
Português (portugisiska – Portugal)
Português – Brasil (portugisiska – Brasilien)
Română (rumänska)
Русский (ryska)
Suomi (finska)
Türkçe (turkiska)
Tiếng Việt (vietnamesiska)
Українська (ukrainska)
Rapportera problem med översättningen
"You're in a zombie apocalypse, Max."
The truth split my skull open, a glaring green light washing the lies away.
I was fighting for my life along with a tiny guy in a space suit, a crude drawing of Sonic the Hedgehog come to life, and a Japanese high schooler that looked as if he lived at a gym made of anabolic steroids.
I was in Left 4 Dead 2, the game's files so horrifyingly modded that, if I were back on the force, I'd need to identify it through it's dental records.
Funny as hell, it was the most horrible thing I could think of.