"Or maybe you're just stuck in the 80s. Anyway, your partner gotta be pretty lucky."
Big Boss flashed a wide grin, showing teeth. Snake's body was broken, but he considered his mental state to be one that came close to euphoria; even if he didn't want to see it. But that's just how it was: the more you were able to survive, the more you craved, just to see if you were able to cheat out of death again.
He found himself being distantly jealous of Snake's current position. The bad thing about being a warrior was that you got used to it after a while, so it didn't hurt as good as it did back in the day. Snake's punches and attacks had all been good enough, just not good enough for his standards, and weaker than before.
Inspecting the book of matches, he saw that two had already been used up. For what, he wondered, but then decided it didn't really interest him that much, not as much as the choice of weapon. Well, if it worked one time...
Placing the can in his lap, he tried to light another match, and much to his dismay, his hand was trembling too much to hit the striking surface properly. Both matchbook and matchstick slipped from his hands and fell into his lap eventually.
What the hell. Had to be the mechanics. He heaved an annoyed sigh, and tried again.
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Big Boss flashed a wide grin, showing teeth. Snake's body was broken, but he considered his mental state to be one that came close to euphoria; even if he didn't want to see it. But that's just how it was: the more you were able to survive, the more you craved, just to see if you were able to cheat out of death again.
He found himself being distantly jealous of Snake's current position. The bad thing about being a warrior was that you got used to it after a while, so it didn't hurt as good as it did back in the day. Snake's punches and attacks had all been good enough, just not good enough for his standards, and weaker than before.
Inspecting the book of matches, he saw that two had already been used up. For what, he wondered, but then decided it didn't really interest him that much, not as much as the choice of weapon. Well, if it worked one time...
Placing the can in his lap, he tried to light another match, and much to his dismay, his hand was trembling too much to hit the striking surface properly. Both matchbook and matchstick slipped from his hands and fell into his lap eventually.
What the hell. Had to be the mechanics. He heaved an annoyed sigh, and tried again.