Solid Snake VS. Dance Dance Revolution

Chapter 2- Drop The Bomb

...What we gotta do is build momentum, if you need the right tools invent' em, ride the wave of time come feel the rhythm, the march to the future has begun get with'em!! ...

Monday... worst day of the week. Well, maybe not, since in all the Coffee Shops their coffee is usually fresh today. Usually. Hmmm. I could really go for some coffee.... I layed on my sofa in the middle of my livingroom... which was in an apartment... uh... yeah. Anyways, I still couldn't get over what happened the other night, I mean, how could I have played that stupid dancing arcade machine all night? I looked at my pack of smokes... I really had a craving for one, but whenever I thought about smoking one today, I'd always picture Otacon screeching:

"Snake! Don't smoke those! You wanna die early!?"
Of course, I'd just calmly reply: "Hey, I'm going to die anyway. Either by a gun shot, or FoxDie, or... whatever. Why should I care if I'm going to die of lung cancer or not? No one's gonna miss me... well, maybe Mei-Ling..."

I rolled over on the sofa. Damn, this wasn't very comfortable. I knew I should've cleaned out the cushions yesterday... oh well. I groaned angrily, and sat up. Having free time is pretty enjoyable, but after a while it really starts to piss you off. I mean, now I'm overly bored. I lowered my head, and looked at the floor. ' You know, ' I thought, ' If I'm so bored, why don't I go do something? ...like maybe...'
I slapped my forehead. Sure, I wanted to play it again, but-- but I couldn't! I played it for so long before! I... I couldn't go play it. No way. Suddenly, the phone rang. I jolted, then picked it up.

"Hmmh?" I muttered into the reciever.
"Snake? It's Hal..." I heard on the other end.
"Otacon, you gotta help me." I said.
"What? What is it? That spider in the bathroom bugging you again?' Otacon laughed.
I grumbled angrily. The spider only came a couple of times.
"No," I said "I don't know why, but... I want to play that arcade machine again."
"What!? Snake, no, you're not going over there again!" Otacon yelled "That machine is going to bring madness to you! I just know it!"
"What?" I asked. What weird things can stupid arcade machines do?
"Didn't you read the papers? It's all about that stupid machine! Well anyways, I gotta go. My muffins are ready... See ya!" and with that, Otacon hung up on me.

I snuffed angrily, and hung up the phone. "Huh. muffins." I grumbled. But I was curious, what did the newspapers say? I got up from my couch, and went up to my door. The stupid little newspaper kid always slid my newspaper under my door. I hated it when he did it, though. He'd always crumple up the Comics -- I mean, the Politics section. Heh. ...I picked the newpaper up, and flipped through some of the pages. Sure enough, there it was. A section on that stupid machine. Nothing bad about it though... just plain ordinary...
Wait a second. I glanced at one of the articles beneath the main story. 'Local Terrorist Gets High-Score on Stupid Dancing Arcade Machine!' I gritted my teeth, and sat back on the sofa to read the article. High score!? How do you get a high score! That game's impossible!! ... well, without the proper practice I mean. Heh heh. Anyways, I read snippets of the article.

Local Terrorist and Buffoon Liquid Snake is being held in high regard as being one of the only people who actually HAVE a life to make it to 1st place on the high scores of Dance Dance Revolution! (a local arcade game). Although the controls for this game are very simplistic, don't be fooled. this game is a lot harder than it looks! Um, that's it! You can stop reading the article now!

I put the newspaper beside me on the sofa. Liquid!? First of all, I thought he was dead. And second of all, how can HE get on the high scores (first, even!)?? Frustrated, I stood up and lit another one of my smokes. I'll show HIM who's going to be first on the high scores...

***

As I approached the bar, I could hear the music from the machine again. That annoying repetitive low beating noise banging the back of my head. The lyrics laying over it like some type of sheet. I rubbed my face. I had to do this, though. I had to beat this stupid, simplistic game. I had to make it first on the high scores... I had to... this was my mission.

Getting sick and tired of the fossil-like system,
now or never it's the time to resist 'em,
it's easy to blast them all away,
pull a trigger, push a button, say 'ADIOS' today,
don't get me wrong, I'm a pacifist,
the mind can do more than the fist....

I stepped into the bar, feeling a little uncomfortable. 'Ok,' I thought 'You're just here to play a few games, and beat Liquid's score. That's it. Ok? O...k....' I walked into that opening into the wall, and there it was. That stupid Dance Dance Revolution machine. I pulled out some change from some of my pockets. "Ok." I said to myself. "Let's do this." I approached the machine, but soon a voice called after me. "Well, if isn't my 'Dear Brother'..." I turned. Liquid!
"What!? what do you want?!" I yelled angrily, why was he here? Wasn't he dead!? "Oh, this isn't about ME, I think this is about YOU! What are you trying to do, Snake? Play an arcade machine that is so simple yet so hard? ... wait a second.. No, you're trying to beat my High score!" Liquid burst into laughter. I could feel myself getting ill with anger. Liquid walked closer to me, shaking his head and smiling...

"Well, you have guts, I'll give you that. But that's about all you have. Fine, go ahead. Waste your money on some pointless machine. Get your satisfaction by being first on a High Score table..." Liquid then did a high pitched 'hmph', then turned and left... as I watched him with an evil eye. "Bastard." I hissed "I'll beat your damn score. Just watch me."
I stepped up on the machine, and put some of my change in. ...4 credits. Good enough. I set the difficulty on normal again, then began. As usual, it was very simple at first, but became more and more difficult. Not for me though, it was slowly becoming easier...

Explosives are not what it takes
(you know, terrorists always make these mistakes,)
what we gotta do is build momentum,
if you need the right tools invent 'em,
ride the wave of time come feel the rhythm,
the march to the future has begun get with'em,
the brain is the generator of almighty power
either do it now or your master plan goes sour.

Yeah! are you ready to take that fall?
It's up to you to make that call to drop the bomb!
Yeah drop the bomb! Just drop the bomb! Let me see that bomb!
Just...