Postal 2, Captains log, Stardate also unknown.

LAST TIME, ON POSTAL 2.




So, picking up from the pipes...



Its really bad down here...I want to go home...my head hurts.



OH FUCK THE WALLS ARE MOVING!



Ew dirty hallways...By now I'm lost. The game is messing with me. I just figured out that those demonic children with black sass are really demonic Gary Colemans. I'm fucked now.



Oh, that damn cat. I have no where to go...I'm stuck-

Oh hey, a power thingy...



Let's shoot it.



I'm outside! But I triggered an explosion...

"It was like that officer, I swear!"



Hey kids, your parents are going to Die! Classy.



What a nice non-assuming Chinese restaurant.





Theres something wrong here..Is it the mad cow infected tourettes afflicted undead?

Fuck no. 10 bucks for a drink, thats way to expensive.



America, Fuck yea! They can kill the zombies for me!



"Hey kid, you want to hunt mad-cow infected cows?" "Sure, I'm in between careers lately."



Oh god, cow loving terrorists.



Do you do yoga?



Awww shit.



Hey, thats my last cow!

You want me to hunt pidgins with a rocket launcher? Sure!



[Thats the boss]



Damn...I guess all my work was for nothing, huh.



It was still the coolest thing ever.



I'm going to have a talk with this big cooperate guy. He is totally stealing my game!



That doesn't even look like me!



Hello, tech support? I fucked your game...Sorry.