this game made me go from a binary trans to a nonbinary xenogender thing creature bc i spent the whole pandemic lockdown pretending to be a vortigaunt on hl2rp as my sole form of social interaction and it caused my whole perception of gender to fall apart because i was a vortigaunt. it became who i was. i was gaav ro'churr and i still am gaav ro'churr. i swept the streets of city 17 for some 450 hours over the lockdown. got my face bashed in. called fake slurs. put in prison for bein "mentally unfit" bc i had a "femboy voice". got publicly executed. organized strikes with my human comrades i went to a virtual election debate and listened as the leading candidate called for the extinction of my kin. We formed a line to ask the candidates our questions. At the back of the line, i listened as the citizens of city 17 rambled about how we were a contagion, spreading infection where'er we tromped. They called us degenerate, angrily cried out when i got up to speak. Freeman bless, I was allowed to ask my question. I pleaded for mercy. We bleed the same as you. We are imprisoned as you are. lamented that our very existence was incomprehensible to the cruelest among humanity. we always fled to the sewers, built lives for ourselves. the vortigaunt held a tight unspoken bond, for as the endless chaos of the HL2RP server whirled on amongst the squabbling hordes of 12 year olds that wanna be cops some day (and frankly even as much as they rdm somehow these screaming british toddlers are more sensible than real american police officers ngl), we held together and built little houses on the beach. we went gallum galla gilla ma and cher galeng churr alla gung amongst ourselves. liberated our kin, lost others, struggled for survival in an uncaring world bc a vortigaunt is only 0.02% of the population and we look after each other. oh and they're all either autistic, trans or both so idk. point is, im a vortigaunt n on that server it was all fun. the pain. the joy. to this day i call people "the firstname lastname" and speak in a clunky way bc this was just my existence in 2020. as i looked to the beautiful gmod skybox and watched the sun rise at 4 am, i felt at peace. theres a beauty to living, even as a vortigaunt in city 17. i am proud of my alienness. i have three arms, four eyes, big fangs, and i talk a bit funny. i was never ashamed of these things, and never could i bear to play as a human bc it gave me a certain dysphoria. yes i am very mentally ill. but i am happy as a vortigaunt. my life as a vortigaunt in hl2rp gave me the tools to begin overcoming my social anxiety, and helped me begin to move on from an era of self hatred, and i began to come into my own as a new person almost. im absolutely fucking deranged now. but im happier. galunga my kin.

anyways i just got back from a protest for trans rights the other day bc our politicians are very clearly getting ready to start killing us en masse in my state so idk they just like me for real. trans rights and may we soon commune in the vortessence, pass gently into the one in all our fallen kin. we shall not abandon our greater struggle.

and FUCK gmod admins literally the worst most insufferable people in the world acab absolutely includes gmod moderators and admins "no this is fail rp you cant wear a box on your head that wouldn't happen no you cant wear a hat as a vortigaunt that would never happen nooooo you cant drink vodka as a vortigaunt thats against lore and its fail rp"

#1 champions of caring about lore that literally doesnt exist man what the fuck are you talking about what is wrong with getting smashed on liquor i have a mouth therefore i can have BOOZE jackass