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Last night was one of the worst of my career. Why, you ask? Well, the undead had a pretty big part in it. The other reasons? You'll have to hear them to believe. It started out, much like any other night; a cool breeze rushed through the city streets, as was a normal event for an autumn evening. The wind briefly shook the trees lining the park in which I was enjoying a short stroll, alone. You see, I'm not one for company or friends. Honestly, in my line of work, that's frowned upon. More on that later, though. I was dressed in a cloth hoodie and loose jeans - the standard fare for most people my age. Hands in pockets, I strode silently thro

Deep blue light suffused the area as the giant metal construct, known best as REX, had slid into the corner of the giant hangar, its systems malfunctioning beyond repair, if only for the moment. In the open cockpit of the metal monstrosity, the telltale English accent of Liquid's speech was amplified through the microphone set into the pilot's console. At the moment, however, it wasn't speech, but unintelligible grunting as he continued to try and coerce the machine to do his will. Solid Snake had done the unimaginable yet again. He had infiltrated Shadow Moses, he had defeated all of the freaks of FOXHOUND, and he had even destroyed the lat

It was a foolish notion, he already knew it. Even then, he supposed it was worth some sort of try. Meryl looked at him with the eyes that clearly read “You're an idiot,” but at that particular moment, he wasn't noticing. All that mattered was the objective,and his crazy, half-baked plan to achieve it. Sweat started to form beneath the tattered blue cloth bandanna – his signature of sorts – as he focused all of his strength. He bent over the table, contorting in ways a gymnast would admire, and thrust the stick forward violently. The loud clack of balls, and then the sound of hard ceramic hitting leather. “That woul