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| [[Image:Fisherman.jpg|frame|right|Lost Coast Fisherman]] | | [[Image:Fisherman.jpg|frame|right|Lost Coast Fisherman]] |
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| He's not used in Half-Life 2 but is set to be released with [[Half-Life 2: Lost Coast|The Lost Coast]] [[HDR]] update. So not much can be said until then. He is coded into the game though, with the model "models/ati_2004/fisherman.mdl". I think his code is a copy of [[npc_barney|Barney]]'s.
| | The fisherman is the sole non-enemy NPC in [[Half-Life 2: Lost Coast|The Lost Coast]] [[HDR]] update. He was coded into the game before Lost Coast was released, with the model "models/ati_2004/fisherman.mdl". His code may be a copy of [[npc_barney|Barney]]'s. |
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| <div class="notice metadata" id="spoiler">'''[[Wikipedia:Spoiler warning|Possible Spoiler warning]]: ''Plot and/or ending details may follow.'''''</div>
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| Here's everything found in <code>closecaption_english.txt</code> that the Fisherman may say.
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| We'd better be quick, lad, or there'll be nothing left to save.
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| Let's hurry on, then. The gate's just beyond those rocks.
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| Hold up now...we've got to raise this hatch. We used to trap bullsquid in here.
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| Can't prance over these rocks like I used to.
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| Can you hear me?
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| Watch your step up there, laddy!
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| Don't look down!
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| You're doin fine, lad!
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| Come on with me to St. Olga!
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| [Coughing, Throat clearing]
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| Nothing sadder than an empty crab pot.
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| Leeches ate most of the crabs.
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| Be sure to put that back where you found it.
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| Stop messing around. We got bigger fish to fry.
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| Get along, now, laddy. Destroy that gun, and no dawdling.
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| We'll celebrate this victory with a feast!
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| Wait a minute now...aren't you....?
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| You are! You're that scientist chap-Friedman, Fishman-am I right?
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| Follow me, lad.
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| Get going!
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| You're getting fuzzy around the edges!
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| Let's get you to shelter!
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| Get up, lad, we've got to get out of here!
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| Hurry, lad! Get up the path!
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| Go on through, lad.
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| Well, ain't that shame?
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| Guess I'd better be heading out.
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| Well, laddy...guess this just wasn't your day.
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| Come on, then.
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| Here we go.
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| This way now.
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| Watch your step.
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| Step lightly there, laddy.
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| Easy now.
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| There you go.
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| Everyone's heading out.
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| Did you hear that?
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| Hey!
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| Hold on!
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| Holy Mother of...St. Olga.
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| Good.
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| [Huffing and puffing sounds]
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| [Huffing and puffing sounds] I'm gettin' too old for this kinda nonsense...
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| That's it. Keep pulling.
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| Keep up with me, laddy.
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| Go on, now, pick up the other hook.
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| Grab other hook.
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| Nice work!
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| Fine, laddy. Now...pull.
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| [Sigh of relief as he slips off the strenuous weight]
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| Slip it over the big hook, laddy.
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| Here now, I'll grab this hook, you take hold of that other one there.
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| That's it!
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| There you go.
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| Hurry up, lad!
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| If you make it back safely, I'll be here waiting for you.
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| These infernal leeches'll clean your bones in a trice, and I don't care what kinda fancy swimsuit you're wearing!
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| Here, now, keep close to me.
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| Ah! ... No...
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| Got the key right here...somewhere...
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| That's not it.
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| No, that's not it neither.
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| Hm. Not that one.
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| There we go.
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| I, eh, hope you like leeches.
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| Look out below!
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| [Various mumblings]
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| Oomph! There goes my back.
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| Nice knowing ya!
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| This old leg's been giving me trouble.
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| That's her on the rock, up there. Church of St. Olga.
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| Well...I guess you've got other places to be.
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| [Breathless panting sounds]
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| There's a path at the bottom of the cliff. I'll let you through the gate, and then...well, the rest is up to you.
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| There's a path up the cliff. Step lightly now.
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| Well, as I was saying...
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| What was I saying? Oh yeah.
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| Now, where was I...
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| Hm. Anyway...
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| Well, now, as I was saying...
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| Well, as I was saying before...
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| They'll be shelling this beach before long!
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| Hey, now! We've lost enough species already!
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| What'd that gull ever do to you?
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| Don't shoot the gulls! They keep down the leech population!
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| Well, suit yourself. I can't stop you.
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| Slow down, wouldja?
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| Stay close to me now.
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| Whatever you do, stay out of the water.
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| Saw you lying on the strand over here, as I was heading into the bay.
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| You must be here to take on the Combine. Not sure what one man can do, but...no other reason to visit St. Olga at a time like this.
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| You take out that gun, and the people of St. Olga will give you such a welcome as you've never known.
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| I'll take you where they made their base-or as far as I can, at any rate.
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| I'll take you there, lad. Or as far as I can, at any rate.
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| Ah, here's the gate.
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| Little too close for comfort!
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| Here, now, let me just unlock this gate for ya.
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| What's keeping you?
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| Come along now.
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| Pick up the pace, lad!
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| This way, lad!
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| Wait for me!
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| Wait up, lad!
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| They're warming up the gun, lad. I'm afraid this is it.
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| Watch it up there!
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| Watch your step there, lad.
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| Get out of the water!
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| Stay clear of the water!
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| Haven't you had enough of them leeches?
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| The leeches'll eat you soon as look at you!
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| That's where they are, up there. Church of St. Olga.
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| Hey, where ya going?
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| [Whistling and humming]
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| Combine showed up yesterday.
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| By this morning they were firing off empty shells.
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| Looks like they're planning to wipe out the town so they can have the whole place for a base.
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| You're alive!
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| Are you all right?
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| You did it, lad!
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| You there!
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| You must be here to destroy the zombie gun. No other reason to visit St. Olga at a time like this.
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| {{npcnote}} | | {{npcnote}} |
Note:Some keyvalues, spawnflags, effect flags, inputs, or outputs might not affect an NPC, based on the functionality and coding of the NPC.
