Play No More Room in Hell

Great game, 10/10 head hitboxes tho (5/10) for sniper rifles

This game gives no ♥♥♥♥s.

11/10 would explode with laughter after shooting first kid zombie again

No More Room in Hell is an amazing game. NMRiH is mainly focused on realism, and it does wonderful with just that. Combat feels great, movement is fluent and the animations are smooth. The fact that you have no HUD or crosshair can be a subtle, but nessisary change from other zombie games. Also, if you're looking for an amazing game to play with your friends, you've found it. All in all, I found it hard to quit playing this game.

10/10

Pretty damn good for a free game! Kill zombies! Nuf said~

nice

cool

Great game ! 10/10

Realistic Zombie game.
Are you prepared to join the hoard?
Oh wait, you're supposed to fight the hoard...
Good luck breather.

i like the game, its hard but in a good way, mabye in a realistic way.
my only problem is the lack of ways to play eg gamemodes/map types, and a few game mechanics eg bride zombies and anti zombie pills (the pills only stop infection for like 1-2 mins, they are also a little rare) and stamina.

however all in all its a good game (or mod i suppose) and i think you should give it a try, after all it is free.

You are at the final part of the map. You can hear someone calling the helicopter in. You and your teammate are trying to fend off the endless horde of zombies. You'd look to your left, only to see your friend get grappled and infected. ♥♥♥♥ it, you'd say in your head as you raise the .357 and shoot him in the head. You can hear the helicopter at this point. All of your dead team members are chanting your name, encouraging you to win.


You put the .357 to your head, fire, and ALT + F4 the ♥♥♥♥ out of there like the little ♥♥♥♥♥ you are. You do a long, wheezing laugh before lifting your 235 pound, too healthy body out of your chair and waddle your fat ♥♥♥♥ing ♥♥♥ down the hallway to your bathroom. You lock the door and take your undies off, seeing as thats the only clothes you had on. You wheeze as you stumble into the bathtub and grab what you think is the conditioner bottle. You then grab a handfull of locks of the unkempt curly hair atop your head, and squeeze the oils from it onto the bottle, to use as lube. You bend over and spread your stinkhole wide, preparing to shove the bottle in. You ram the bottle into your ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, making your barely visible, incredibly small ♥♥♥♥ diamond hard. You'd then realize that it wasnt the conditioner bottle, it was the shampoo bottle. You scream in pain as the shampoo squirts into your ♥♥♥♥hole, burning your insides. When you grabbed a bottle, you didnt have your Google Glasses on, so you couldnt see the labels. You frantically attempt to wash the shampoo out with the jar containing your MLP:FiM figurine of Rainbow Dash, covered in your rancid ♥♥♥. You pour the ♥♥♥ all over yourself, letting it drop to the floor and drip down your legs. You stick your finger in it to taste it. It tastes sweet and salty, like white chocolate french fries. You like it, so you drink some more of your ♥♥♥. You are ready to hardcore masturbate at this point. Your tiny ♥♥♥♥ is rock hard, approxamitley a 14 on the Mohs relative hardness scale; it would be harder than diamond. You grip your member with your thumb and forefinger and begin rubbing rapidly. You last less than 8 seconds, and cover yourself with your sticky baby batter in the process. You look at your feet and see something strange, something thats more erotic than anything you have done thus far. When you ripped the shampoo bottle out, it acted as a plunger, splattering your ♥♥♥♥ on your cheeks and on the wall behind you. You realize what you want. You want your own ♥♥♥♥. You grab your ♥♥♥♥ and a handfull of your brownie mix and rub them together, cumming into the soft brown feces. You ♥♥♥♥ yourself more, splattering the walls with your rancid ♥♥♥♥. You rub yourself on it, moaning in pure ecstacy. You are cumming non-stop, splattering the walls in ♥♥♥♥ and ♥♥♥. You decide to walk out of the tub with a handfull of ♥♥♥♥ and toss it in your toilet. You then spray your willy onto the ♥♥♥♥-stain, covering the chocolate soft-serve in velvety vanilla streaks. You slap your ♥♥♥♥ and ♥♥♥ encrusted hand on the handle and let it flush, reaching your hand in and grabbing it at the last second. You pull it out and rub it on your face, shoveling it into your mouth and enjoying the taste. You do this some more before yo ugo back into the bathtub and scrape the dried ♥♥♥♥ off the walls, rubbing your tongue around in the foul-smelling melted dark chocolate. You decide you are just too healthy, and lay down in the tub. You grab your ankles and pull them toward your ears, lifting your small ♥♥♥♥ up to your mouth. You lick the head of your ♥♥♥♥stick before pressing it to your lips and pushing it into your mouth. You fit your ♥♥♥♥ in your mouth and wrap your lips around it, rythmically moving your head back and fourth. You grab a handfull of ♥♥♥♥ and lather your ♥♥♥♥ up before continuing to suck it, cleaning off the fecal matter. You ♥♥♥ into your mouth and relax yourself for a minute, laying flat in the ♥♥♥♥ and ♥♥♥ stained bathtub. You decide to suck yourself off again, this time trying to take your ♥♥♥♥ and balls both into your mouth. You begin to suck your ♥♥♥♥ when you accidently bite down, ripping open the skin. Your erectile muscle is bleeding heavily, your skin ruptured and falling apart. You'd scream. You'd scream louder. You try and put your vomit, ♥♥♥, and ♥♥♥♥ on your ♥♥♥♥ to stop the bleeding, but it wouldn't work. You are bleeding heavily, ♥♥♥♥ covering your ♥♥♥♥. With no other options, you scream loudly, "HALP! I BIT MAH ♥♥♥♥ OFF!"
But the help you need doesn't ♥♥♥.
You'd wake up in the hospital, barely alive. Your family is crowding you, you have no friends so you have no friends there. "What happened, Timmy?" the doctor says.
You shrug and make a smug ♥♥♥♥ face while saying "Don't suppose you'll believe my dog ate it?" as the ♥♥♥♥ing Seinfield theme blares loudly in the background.


but yeah its pretty okay
2/10