"dojo, casino, it's all in the mind"
the ringing in his ears woke him up. the world was spinning, and he hadn't even opened his eyes yet.
he could smell singed hair, and someone was cooking a tasty barbeque... no, wait, that was him.
snake warily opened his eyes to slits, the dim light glaring in like neon death. he decided it was wise to close his eyes for a while, at least until the pixies left...
"DAMN PIXIES" someone shouted, the sound feeling like gravel grinding around inside his skull.
snake stopped talking.
through the ringing in his ears, snake could hear sounds and groans that didn't seem to have anything to do with his own pain, amd he rembered there was someone else here, someone going through the same agony he was trying vehemently to blame on those goddamn pixies.
slowly, as the terrible symptoms of nearly blowing yourself to hell and back subsided, snake began to remember the events of the past few hours...or was it weeks?
Otacon had told him to go to an arena, and some musclebound psychopath had asked to get his arrogant freckle kicked in.
after a few less than successful encounters, snake was just about to deliver on this rightous kicking of the maniac's ass, when everything in the world had turned into explosion.
"i hate days like this," snake mumbled, the gravel in his head nearly gone. snake risked another glance at the world, and found that not only was the light bearable, but the pixies had gone home.
"must've found their bananas.." pixies love sticky piss bananas.
as snake slowly rose to his hands and knees, he saw the decimated corpse of yet another cardboard box, another hapless victem, caught in the crossfire. poor box, and she'd been so loyal.
"damn you, god! why must you always take away those we cherish the most?" snake mouned.
it was then he noticed Duke Nukem also attempting to rise to his feet, or at least his knees, and all of snake's frustration and grief focused into one bright beam of animal hatred.
snake labouriously hauled himself to his feet, and began to advance on the prone duke, gritting the teeth that were still in his head, and not scattered willy-nilly on the ground like so many tic-tac's.
"no more running. no more games. we finish this here and now, hand to hand. the winner walks out, you get carried, you piece of steroid-munching dog shit!"
with that, snake mustered all his strength and aimed a solid kick at Nukem's stomach -
OOC: well, ready for the grande finale? you know it's gonna be big 'cos i spelt "grand" with an 'e' /OOC
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