STEAM 组
Hoovy Protection Agency Services H.P.A.S.
STEAM 组
Hoovy Protection Agency Services H.P.A.S.
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游戏中
16
在线
成立于
2016 年 6 月 15 日
语言
英语
13 条留言
Klingon10 2020 年 2 月 2 日 下午 5:30 
no
KaraTurtle [She/Her] 2020 年 2 月 2 日 下午 5:24 
ispenser
Klingon10 2020 年 2 月 2 日 下午 4:00 
poot
UncleFishBags 2019 年 5 月 4 日 上午 9:49 
everyone ATTENTION if someone named "Outstrider" messages you asking to trade DONT
he is a scammer. thanks for your time
KaraTurtle [She/Her] 2018 年 9 月 30 日 上午 7:20 
*sees member count* nice.
Hmm Unga Bunga 2018 年 6 月 27 日 下午 11:46 
I've found that t-posing generally increases your chances of survival, because if you t-pose instead of just holding your sandwich out, even intense players and gibous-wearers will be a little bit more enthralled and inclined to preserve your existence.
NastyStarchy 2017 年 7 月 18 日 下午 4:45 
welp, i am a hoovy that help other hoovies, gr8 :P
Jruokis 2017 年 4 月 29 日 上午 6:00 
Artizlote 2016 年 6 月 18 日 下午 3:37 
it a cool group
z 2016 年 6 月 16 日 下午 4:38 
nice spelling error nerd. Its TDM_hightower, not plr_hightower
gort (not cheating) 2016 年 6 月 16 日 下午 4:13 
Liek if u cri evrytiem

~Big Moist, 4-star Nam war veteran
gort (not cheating) 2016 年 6 月 16 日 下午 4:13 
CONT. -With a snort and a quiet, indignant "poot," it lumbered on all fours further into the jungle, retreating, no doubt, to feed its younglings. Me and the boys looked at each other, breathed a sigh of relief, and agreed to never speak about it again. We ended up raping and pillaging about 30 Vietnamese homesteads that day, but their screams of horror hardly fazed my still-awestruck mind around the mysterious being we met earlier that day. Now, here in my old age, I doubt anyone else has seen or will ever see a being so peaceful in all the realm of plr_hightower. Who knows what other secrets have yet to be unveiled about the Hightower Hoovy. The world may never know.
gort (not cheating) 2016 年 6 月 16 日 下午 4:13 
Time for me to share my story. Sit down young ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. It was 1974 on plr_hightower. Me and the boys had just started our third and final tour down in Laos, the great underbelly of 'Nam. Johnson on my left and Perkins on my right. Damn fine soldiers. On our excursion to rape and kill the women of a village, we saw from a distance what one of our boys called a "Hoovy." Great, rare mammal. It was grazing peacefully in the jungle, eating from a rare vine called the Pootis Pensure. We gazed in awe of its lumbering majesty, when all of a sudden it looked over at us, dead in the eyes. We held our breath. Neither party said a word. I mentally recalled studying the species in the field guide. Damn it, would it attack if provoked? Was it venomous? After a tense moment, the hoovy answered my question. TO BE CONTINUED