Blood Source mod for Half-Life 2

Currently, I am in development of the first chapter of the game. I'm creating the maps for the game.
Alas, this project is quite big. I will need more people to help with the game. I'm currently looking for:

• Texture artists
• Model designers
• Skin artists

With this Mod, I am to recreate the whole Blood experience, including characters, chapters, menu structure, and the epic Multiplayer experience.

I will compile a some screenshots for you soon, and post them. Hopefully soon after I can get some more team members, I can be able to provide you with a level or two.

In an age and a region renowned for cruelty and violence, Caleb was legendary. Born in western Texas in 1847. He had sealed a reputation as a merciless gunfighter by the age of 17. But it was seven years later when he met Ophelia Price that his hunger for bloodshed took on a menacing new timbre. She was already well beyond the bounds of sanity when he found her cowering in the charred ruins of the burned out homestead where her husband and child had perished only days before. It was neither her tattered beauty nor her plight that compelled Caleb to take her in, however, - it was the words he picked out of her virtually incoherent mumbling. He learned that her husband had attempted to rescind his membership of the dreaded Cult of Tchernobog and in return cultists had set fire to the house in the night. Ophelia was filled with rage, - not at the cult, but at her husband, whose cowardice she blamed for the death of her young son.

Caleb awakens. Cold and damp, in a body he no longer knows. It has long lain as a corpse that refused to rot, protected from putrefaction by some unearthly link to its master. The pain of protesting muscle and flesh invigorates and awakens him. He welcomes it. It distils his hate into the maelstrom raging in the centre of his mind. An agonising cry breaks out of him, shattering the stone lid of the tomb in which he lies, knocking loose sediment, cobwebs, and the small, unnoticed creatures that have shared his grave with him. A single word rings out through the darkness, echoing Tchernobog's lingering howl: "Why?"