STEAM GROUP
Hoovy Protection Agency Services H.P.A.S.
STEAM GROUP
Hoovy Protection Agency Services H.P.A.S.
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Founded
15 June, 2016
Language
English
13 Comments
2 Feb, 2020 @ 5:30pm 
no
2 Feb, 2020 @ 5:24pm 
ispenser
2 Feb, 2020 @ 4:00pm 
poot
4 May, 2019 @ 9:49am 
everyone ATTENTION if someone named "Outstrider" messages you asking to trade DONT
he is a scammer. thanks for your time
30 Sep, 2018 @ 7:20am 
*sees member count* nice.
27 Jun, 2018 @ 11:46pm 
I've found that t-posing generally increases your chances of survival, because if you t-pose instead of just holding your sandwich out, even intense players and gibous-wearers will be a little bit more enthralled and inclined to preserve your existence.
18 Jul, 2017 @ 4:45pm 
welp, i am a hoovy that help other hoovies, gr8 :P
29 Apr, 2017 @ 6:00am 
18 Jun, 2016 @ 3:37pm 
it a cool group
16 Jun, 2016 @ 4:38pm 
nice spelling error nerd. Its TDM_hightower, not plr_hightower
16 Jun, 2016 @ 4:13pm 
Liek if u cri evrytiem

~Big Moist, 4-star Nam war veteran
16 Jun, 2016 @ 4:13pm 
CONT. -With a snort and a quiet, indignant "poot," it lumbered on all fours further into the jungle, retreating, no doubt, to feed its younglings. Me and the boys looked at each other, breathed a sigh of relief, and agreed to never speak about it again. We ended up raping and pillaging about 30 Vietnamese homesteads that day, but their screams of horror hardly fazed my still-awestruck mind around the mysterious being we met earlier that day. Now, here in my old age, I doubt anyone else has seen or will ever see a being so peaceful in all the realm of plr_hightower. Who knows what other secrets have yet to be unveiled about the Hightower Hoovy. The world may never know.
16 Jun, 2016 @ 4:13pm 
Time for me to share my story. Sit down young ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. It was 1974 on plr_hightower. Me and the boys had just started our third and final tour down in Laos, the great underbelly of 'Nam. Johnson on my left and Perkins on my right. Damn fine soldiers. On our excursion to rape and kill the women of a village, we saw from a distance what one of our boys called a "Hoovy." Great, rare mammal. It was grazing peacefully in the jungle, eating from a rare vine called the Pootis Pensure. We gazed in awe of its lumbering majesty, when all of a sudden it looked over at us, dead in the eyes. We held our breath. Neither party said a word. I mentally recalled studying the species in the field guide. Damn it, would it attack if provoked? Was it venomous? After a tense moment, the hoovy answered my question. TO BE CONTINUED