Solid Snake VS. Dance Dance Revolution
Chapter 4- Eat You Up
...You told me once that you loved me, You said that I was the only one, It took some time, but now I know, That you're the proverbial ...
Ugh.... ow, my head... I think I played too much of that Dance Dance Revolution game yesterday, since today my eyes really hurt. Or maybe it wasn't the game that hurt my eyes, but my smoking... Eh, Otacon? I laughed to myself. Heh. What a nerd. But now, it was serious. I really hurt bad. AND, I had to beat Liquid's score before someone else does! But how..? There was no way I could beat his score unless I continued practicing, but that was too boring! No... there had to be another way....
I sat up from my bed. Think, Snake, er-- David, think! How else can you get in the high scores? I thought through my options... steal the machine and play it ALL the time...no. Practice on it... already did that... hmmm.... Then , an idea popped in my head. Otacon! The little nerd that had bugged me for so long! HE was going to help me be first! I stood up and raced to my phone to call him... but then I realized I didn't have his number... so I just used my CODEC instead.
"This is Snake; Colonel -- I mean, Otacon-- I mean, Hal, can you hear me?" I grumbled into my CODEC.
All I could hear on the other end of the line was... Otacon humming?
"OTACON! -- I mean, HAL!!!" I yelled. I could hear the humming stop.
"Snake don't do that! Bran muffins are very sensitive! They need soft music!" Otacon hissed.
"Oh... well...uh... sorry." I stammered. Otacon could be a real girl sometimes.
"It's ok. So, what's up?" Otacon asked, his voice still a little angry. I started to feel sorry for the muffins.
" I have an idea--"
"Ohhhh no, I'm not doing anything that has to do with that stupid machine."
I jolted. "What!? Why not!?!" I yelled into my CODEC.
"I'm not going to give in to your madness, Snake! If you want to be on the high scores, you'll have to do it yourself. If you want ME to do anything, it has to involve muffins, OK!?"
--click--
"That geek!!" I yelled. He disconnected me! I hid my face in my hands. Stupid nerd. All I wanted him to do was hack into the arcade machine and change the high scores for me! Simple as that! But no, he has to be a nerd! i shook my head, this was too much for me. I had to get on those high scores, I HAD to! Grabbing my coat, I decided to go out to the bar... but not to dance.
Cause I've been around for too long,
And now you're gonna pay through the fly, boy...
I'm gonna put you back down...
I stormed into the bar, swinging the doors wide open, trying to make a huge entrance... but no one payed attention so I just walked in. There it was. That stupid dancing arcade machine. I had to look away. It was like a Siren... it was gonna drag me to my death. I snuffed my nostrils and sat a table, faaaar from the machine. Ok, Snake---er, David. It's not going to be hard. Just ignore the machine, and think of a way to beat Liquid's high score...
I shook my head. I couldn't take this anymore. I got up, and went up to the Dance Dance Revolution machine. I didn't play it though, I just watched other people, while sitting at a new table. Maybe I could learn their strategies? ... but it turned out they didn't have any strategies, they just played with a blind eye. "Well that's just great." I said to myself sarcastically.
I laid my head on the table I was now sitting at. I can't give up this, though. Giving up is what make people die early. Like smoking, or being an espionage agent, or having the nickname of a sexual joke. I shook my head. This wasn't fair. The game was probably rigged when Liquid played it... which doesn't make any sense, since Liquid is DEAD... and I'M the most popular Metal Gear Solid character... I think. Ohhh.... I think Otacon IS right. I think I AM going crazy.
Look at me! Watching people play some stupid game while I think about ways to get on the high scores!! Augh. I need some air. I stood up, and left the bar.
...The outside air felt really nice today. Not as cold as a few days ago, damn November weather. Maybe I should go for a walk... I need it. Really badly.
I'm gonna eat you up, spit you out,
And run you right into the ground,
I'm gonna wind you up, turn you on,
And burn all your bridges right down,
I'm gonna eat you up, spit you out,
And run you right into the ground....
...Now it was 11:30 at night, and I was starting to get tired. Still, this walk sure helped me clear up. Now I think I'll be just fine. Just as I was turning the street corner though, I saw Liquid! I stopped, and turned back around, and listened to his conversation with...oh, I dunno who it was... let's say it was....... Revolver Ocelot.
"Now you see here, that Solid Slurp is trying to beat my high score! So tomorrow, I'm going to meet up with him at the bar, and challenge him to a duel! A battle to the death!" Liquid gleamed.
"Uh... It's Solid SNAKE...But boss," Ocelot replied "You did that with him before... on top of Metal Gear... and you lost."
"But don't you see, Revolver? He sucks at Dance Dance Revolution!"
I gritted my teeth. I don't suck at Dance Dance Revolution! The game said I had a lot of potential! That meant good things!! ...?
"And since he sucks," Liquid continued, "I have a huge chance of winning!"
"Whatever, Boss" Revolver sighed.
"Now let's go, Ocelot. I need to buy a new stuffed bunny since my oh-so cuddly Ho-hoo got torn in the wash..."
I clentched my fist. Ohhh, so Liquid wanted to duel me in Dance Dance Revolution, huh? Well, I'll show him then.... I hope.
I'm gonna wind you up, turn you on,
And burn all your bridges right down,
I'm gonna eat you up, spit you out,
And run you right into the ground...
