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[remindmeof_me]

The church basement full of headcrabs turned out to have a small supply of canned food stashed away, although a few of the older cans had to be discarded (Adrian gave Chell a few quick lessons on botulism, what caused it, and why it was bad). The last building they searched had some ammo that was suitable for the Desert Eagle, but rounds for

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"I'm sure..." she thinks as she walks, watching the surroundings and the ground. "What about the barnacle tongues? Do those have enough... tension?"

[remindmeof_me]

"Depends how they dry up. I used one of 'em for a grapple to get through some tight spots at Black Mesa, they're right flexible, but I dunno how they are when they're not all covered in spit," says Shephard. "Gonna look for plants in the meantime, though. Might be some flax gone wild around if'n we're lucky as hell."

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Hmm, that plant sounds familiar. "Flax? That's... fibrous, right?"

[remindmeof_me]

"Yep. Dry it, pull off the seed pods, separate out the fibers 'n spin 'em, and you've got yourself a halfway decent bowstring," says Shephard. "Did it once for a Boy Scout project, back when I was a kid. Beat the shit out of havin' to buy, that's for sure."