It's time for Hollow Earth Expeditions!


It's time for Hollow Earth Expeditions!

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  1. AnxyApril 30, 2014 at 7:47 PM

    Looks fun.

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  2. Casey G.April 30, 2014 at 7:59 PM

    I got to stab a nazi with my sword, use him as a human shield, then strafe two more nazis with his own MP-40. So it was pretty fun.

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  3. Jez GordonApril 30, 2014 at 8:42 PM

    Did you use the nazi to club a dinosaur in the face? If not you're doing it wrong.

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  4. Casey G.April 30, 2014 at 8:45 PM

    Maybe next time.

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  5. Bob ChubarovMay 2, 2014 at 8:37 AM

    Killing Nazi's by doing a knee drop from the top of the stairs was pretty fun... He didn't see it coming.

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