Hello all you underwear-folding, sunscreen-squeezing, passport-forgetting afficionados! In today’s WeekEndGame, we continue where we left off, but this time, we leave the tranquil safety of our home. This time, we fly!
Gabe Newell’s Amazing Airports
Check-in. Security. Duty free. For most of us, these are words from nightmares. Not so much for Gabe though, as he’s unafraid to add some pepper to the whole depressing routine.
Mind you, there is one question the two takes on air travel have in common. Will we die a slow and painful death before we’ve managed to get the hell out of the crowded concourses?
It's not one, but two pistols as Gabe introduces us to the latest episode in his gripping travel show.
This guy's got the right idea. If you're to travel by air, don't bring your head.
Holiday season's in full swing it seems as crowds greet us before we've even reached check-in.
Great. Somebody spilled Mountain Dew all over the fucking place.
Air travel pro-tip; bring a gun. Your fellow travellers will think twice before trying to beat you to the queues.
Also, check the baggage limits. If you're stupid enough to pack over weight, make the shedding snappy.
Welcome to the peak of modern travel: aitport check-in.
Aggro. Yeah, check-in does that.
Make no mistake, every trip between an airport's checkpoints is lined with bullet holes...
... and violence.
Gabe's VIP pass allows us to take refuge among baggage conveyors...
... but metal detectors are inevitable.
The magic of duty-free. It hits you before you can say "finally".
The boozing and shopping crowd. Friendly and compassionate as always.
Gate ahoy! Please don't mid my blurred vision, it's an inevitable result of excitement. And hooch. Woo-hoo!
Doom Guy’s Guide To Sun-kissed South
Now would you just look at all the exotic landscape. A sight to behold it is indeed. And just you wait what this exclusive destination has to offer!
Dramatic cliffs, picturesque waterfalls, mystery-veiled back alleys, open-space squares teeming with life, secluded mountain-tops whispering ancient history and wisdom. This place has got the lot and Doom Guy won’t stop until he’s been-there, done-that.
Ah, the spectacular Kadingir Sanctum, every holidaymaker's dream.
Even the locals can't get enough of it, staring in awe...
... joyfully jumping off cliffs...
... taking romantic walks down its plentiful, picturesque squares...
... sightseeing, breathing in its rich history.
A welcome break.
Is this one hellishly dramatic Cacodemon shot or what!
The locals love to live dangerously. Some turn it into a fun-looking time,...
... where some are just being stupid about it.
The Summoners are very rare and shy creatures. But we take our photo-touristing extremely seriously.
A Revenant bombs a photo of us (accidentally, of course) bombing a Hell Knight. Ah, the rascal!
The majestic gargoyles contribute to the place's unique character.
Throwing green-glowing punches is a popular sport around here.
The atmosphere thickens as pub crawlers fill the charming back alleys at sunset.
Isolated booze-fuelled brawls tend to break out early into the evening.
Some hangovers are worse than others...
... while some folk merrily continue head-on against the wall... err, I mean, break of dawn. Not wall.
The many fine bars produce many fine characters that cause many a fine mischief.
