So here is the prelude to my newest story- I hope you like it!
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Prelude-
Life is like a box of cigarettes. It starts out full, promising joy and comfort. Then, as time moves on, you realize that the box wasn't all that it promised to be. You've been wasting it. You're box is half empty, and all you've accomplished was getting yourself closer to death. You now have a quarter of a box left; all you can think about is how badly you want that ¾ that you've already burned back. And then, one day you go to grab another, when you realize that you only have one cigarette left. You didn't do anything that you wanted to do with what that box gave you. And now it's too late.
At least, that's how Snake saw it.
Of course, there was one major difference between a box of cigarettes and real life. When you run out of smokes, you can just go buy another package. You can never get another life. You're only given one, and you have to make the best you can with it. Nobody wants to look back and wish they could do it all over. Re-write the pages of their story.
Snake sighed to himself, reaching for his own secret stash. Otacon didn't approve of his habit. But he had dozed off over his keyboard… and what he didn't know wouldn't kill him. As Snake lit up, he reflected a bit over what he had been doing this past month. Mainly drinking, smoking, and sleeping. What else was there to do? He knew he was down to his last cigarette, and it'd be useless to try to make up for what he never did now.
And there was a hell of a lot he never did.