Snake's Story
It's a rather stupid title isn't it… of course. Anyway this story is about Snake and his role in Super Smash Brother Brawl. Now this story will include the dialogue format which is the couple sentences and then enter thing, and then I'll occasionally right in standard paragraphing form. Let's get started.
Snake: Ya let's, you've already bored half the readers.
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...Start Story...
Codec
Snake: What is it?
Chief: This is big news Snake. I think you're going to enjoy it. You know Super Smash Bros?
Snake: laughs That Nintedno thing?
Chief: Yes, well we've gotten you in the tournament.
Snake: What!
Chief: I know we should've asked you but there was a possibility you might've rejected.
Snake: Ya, actually there is… well umm was I guess. Wait, why can't I decline now?
Chief: Because you'll like it. Now let me finish. Super Smash Brothers is a tournament to show who's the best fighter. I want you to go there and win. We need this Snake. This isn't sneaking, this is fighting. It's about time you trained up on your CQC.
Snake: CQC?
Chief: Close quarter combat. I read that real weapons will not be permitted in the tournament. However explosives are. So I want you to practice on that too. Do good, you'll be sent to the camp in two days. Also, I want you to send me character bios. This is crucially important.
Snake: You're hiding something.
Chief: God damn it Snake, I told you never to question me.
End Transmission
Snake sat at in his chair, feet on his desk, smoking a Cuban cigar. "Super Smash Bros. I've seen those guys fight, they're really tough. How am I going to do this?' Snake sighed. This was his first real vacation in his empty sea side villa. He was looking at the window watching the waves slap the sand. He had been relaxed, his shirt was half way unbuttoned, his hair was messy and he was wearing baggy pants. These were one of those rare days. But now it was interrupted by a call on the codec. "Damn, I should've closed that thing" he thought. He got up walked through the large hallways, seeing his rare and valuable paintings on the wall. He had reached a glass sliding door. He slid it open and walked out to his backyard. He was barefoot. He liked the feeling of soft grass beneath his feet. He came to a metal post with a panel on it. Buttons were everywhere on the panel, it was a miracle Snake new what he was pressing with his few visits there. He pressed a sequence of numbers on a number pad to the right of the panel and pressed a red button at the center. Snake felt a low rumble beneath the earth and out popped 10 dummies that all looked like previous enemies he had fought. He walked up to the first dummy that looked like Liquid Snake. Snake laughed, "Hello brother, looks like we meet again". Snake shook the dummy's hand. Snake's eyes became hard and cold. The lit up blue eyes became darker, more serious looking.
Snake unleashed a series of punches against the defenseless dummy. His punches were swift. His hands were a blur punch after punch. Then he jumped in a circle and kicked Liquid's off. "I'm guessing that's enough practice" Snake said panting. He laid on the grass and started laughing. He sighed again looking at the now setting sun. "I wonder what the competition will bring…" He dozed off peacefully for the rest of the day.
The Next Day…
Snake woke up on the grass startled.
Snake: Who the hell are you guys!
Snake pointed to 3 creatures. All of them were wearing black and only their eyes showed. They seemed strikingly similar to one another. None of them spoke. They just went up to Snake carefully and grabbed him.
Snake: What the f-
One character grabbed his mouth. He gave out a buzzing sound to the other two and they instantly grabbed out a small handgun and tranquilized him. His head landed on the grass with a light thud.
3 Hours Later…
Snake awoke on a cold sleek metal floor. Beads of sweat rolled down his face. He tried to get up and sit on one of the benches in the small room. He got up with some difficulty and sat down.
Snake: thinking We're moving. In what, I have no clue.
Snake opened up his codec and called to the chief's frequency.
Codec
Chief: Did you train snake?
Snake: Yes but only for a short period of time. I'm in a situation sir. I've been taken captive and I'm being held in a small room, but we're moving. What the hell is going on?
Chief: laughs They tranquilized you didn't they? Well you're being transported to the Smash Camp.
Snake: What am I traveling in?
Chief: That my friend is the Halberd, not many get to fly in it. You are a lucky man. Meta Knight is a generous fellow. He's wise and powerful. You'll know him when you see him…
Snake: I'm beginning to have doubts about this mission.
Chief: That's good. I'm glad to hear it.
Snake: But tha-
End Transmission
The ship had hit land and Snake knew it. A few minutes later the door to his confined room was open and two of the three characters were there.
Character 1: Follow us.
Snake obeyed and followed the creatures down the corridors of the ship. He saw so many cells like the ones he was in. He heard screams or pain and agony but dared not to ask.. They walked more until they reached a more quiet place and then shortly after they reached the exit.
Character 1: Welcome to Smash Camp. Everyone will be in the center building.
...End Chapter...
Well I hope you guys liked it.
Snake: I didn't.
Great. I will make sure you get held in cells more often. Well I'm going to try a new way of story writing. It will be kind of like Ericketiting's Angel in the Battle which I hope you check out. You owe me big time Ericketiting … Well I hope you review. Oooh this is gonna get good!
Snake: Don't count on it.