METAL GEAR SOLID
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How Snake Saved Christmas (Chapter II)
Snake just stood there stunned. "What the hell?"
"Yes, I'm Santa Clause."
Santa Clause - (Tim Allen)
He had the beard, the suit, even holding a bag full of toys next to him.
"What the hell is wrong with you. You're imitating Santa?! Can't you do better?"
"What are you talking about. I am Santa, tug my beard."
"What?"
"Go ahead." Snake slowly walked over with his USP firmly gripped him his hand. With a tug, he pulled the beard and found out it was real.
"That doesn't prove anything."
"Then maybe this will!" Santa grabbed Snakes arm and threw him across the room.
"AHH!!!" Snake open fired as he hit the ground, unloading his round. Even though he was big, Santa flipped out of the way of all the bullets with cartwheels and backflips. He had the skills of an olympic gymnist. Then out of nowhere he jumped into the air fifty feet like he was flying.
"Holy crap he is Santa..." Snake said as his jaw dropped. He ejected the magazine and reloaded.
CODEC - 141.25
Snake: This is Snake. I've found the Metal Gear.
Otacon: Great.
Snake: I also found Santa.
Otacon: What did you say?
Snake: Santa.. I think he's behind this.
Otacon: What make's you say that?
Snake: He's attacking me!
Otacon: Hmm... Give me some time to asses the situation.
Snake: Hurry.
End transmission...
"Ho ho ho!" Santa laughed as he flew around. "Here's a present for you Snake!" He held up his hand as it started to glow blue. With a flick of the wrist he shot out an ice beam almost nailing Snake right in the legs.
"Damn..." Snake returned fire, but Santa kept flipping around in the air dodging the bullets. But one did cut his face leaving a small line of blue blood.
"Almost got me there. Let's kick it up a notch." He held up both hands and disappeared in a flash.
"Where did he go?" He frantically aimed his gun while reloading. It seemed Santa had left the building until...
"Hello Snake!" Turning around frantically and was face to face with Santa as he pulled back his arm and threw a punch. All Snake could to was take it. The punch almost broke his nose.
"Uff!" The punch had thrown him back several feet almost going through a wall.
"Face it Snake. You can't beat me. I know you better then you know yourself." Snake aimed his gun. "And don't bother pulling the trigger. It's empty." The click of the trigger told the truth. The impact of the punch made him eject the magazine by accident. He had lost a lot of energy and couldn't continue to fight. He couldn't even reach for some rations. Snake had loss as Santa snapped his fingers as a whole bunch of elves rushed in.
"Tie him up, and make sure it's tight. He can be tricky."
"Yes sir," the elf said in a squeaky voice." They dragged Snake's beaten body towards a poll and held him with taffy. Snake tried to struggled out.
"Don't bother. It's liccorish flavor. Impossible to break through, disgusting to eat, and makes a great plastic explosive. Ho ho ho." Santa slowly walked towards Snake as he put on his red hat.
"What happened to you Santa?" Snake said.
"What happened? Time, that's what. Time's have changed Snake."
"But you're still as popular as ever. Except with me."
"It's not the children who idol me, or all the other Santas."
"Other Santas?"
"Yes." Santa stood there for a second looking at the Metal Gear. "There are hundreds of other Santa's to make sure the presents are delivered on time, and of course there is one main Santa, an Alpha Santa, living somewhere in the north pole who makes the toys and tells us what to do. But lately to many secrets have been released about our brotherhood and it's been ruining the imagination of kids everywhere." He turned around and looked at the Metal Gear again. "And now the Alpha Santa has created this."
"The Metal Gear?"
"This Metal Gear is going to take our jobs of delivering toys and and eliminate us one by one. Lucky I've hijacked. I'm going to threaten the U.N. and demand they cancle christmas right away or they'll be destroyed."
"Really..."
"Now, if you'll excuse me, my elves and I still have some preparations. Until then Snake, Merry Christmas..." Santa and his elves walked off leaving Snake alone.
CODEC - 141.25
Snake: Otacon. I've got a problem.
Otacon: I know.
Snake: What do we do, I can't get out of this taffy.
Otacon: Sorry Snake, but I can't do anything either.
Snake: Just another lousy christmas.
Otacon: I guess this means you wont make it to the party.
Snake: What party?
Otacon: I was going to hold a party after this mission. I was hoping you would come.
Snake: Hmm... *sounds of footsteps* Wait.
Otacon: What?
Snake: Someone else is in this room.
End Transmission...
Snake slowly lifted his head so see a guy walking his way. "Who are you?"
"I." The man was wearing a white jumpsuit with blacks gloves. Snake couldn't see his face because the man was wearing a gold mask complete with mouth and eyes drawn on it. He also held a gold staff. And his voice was extremely deep. "I'm the ghost of Christmas Present."
"The ghost of what?!"
Christmas Present - (Sean Connery)
"Yes, the ghost of Christmas Present." He looked at the Metal Gear, and then to Snake. "I'm here to help you Snake."
"I guess I could use some."
"I must warn you though, Santa Clause will not be your only problem. Two more ghosts will fight you and try to destroy you with your past and future. You must overcome them and stop this Santa from destroying Christmas." He walked up to Snake and pointed his staff at his head. "This is your present situation. Do you understand?"
"I don't have a clue what your saying."
"Hmm... Forget it. Just try to head my warning and stop Santa." The ghost held his staff in the air. "If you need advice. Call me with your Codec. My frequency is 140.35." And as he finished his sentince he threw his staff to the ground causing a small explosion of dust. In the blink of an eye the guy disappeared. But as the dust came towards Snake, the taffy dissolved like cotton candy.
CODEC - 141.25
Snake: Otacon, I'm free.
Otacon: Great.
Snake: Damn.
Otacon: What?
Snake: The taffy, it's jammed my USP. I can't load a magazine.
Otacon: It wouldn't matter anyway. I've found some info on this Metal Gear. You're going to need to locate a Stinger Missile Launcher if you want to destroy this.
Snake: Damn...
Otacon: Well, maybe Santa has a couple you can barrow.
Snake: I'll check it out.
Otacon: Be careful...
End Transmission...
As Snake quietly stepped towards the room that Santa's in, Christmas Present was looking on from a balcony. "Let's hope he succeeds. He must know the truth."
Snake carefully open the door and peeked. The plus side, there were plenty of weapons he could use to destroy Metal Gear in one of the corners, but there was a down side. The room was filled with elves lined up like an army of midgets. Snake held his hand to his neck and said, "Otacon, we have a problem."
To be continued...
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How Snake Saved Christmas (Chapter II)
Snake just stood there stunned. "What the hell?"
"Yes, I'm Santa Clause."
Santa Clause - (Tim Allen)
He had the beard, the suit, even holding a bag full of toys next to him.
"What the hell is wrong with you. You're imitating Santa?! Can't you do better?"
"What are you talking about. I am Santa, tug my beard."
"What?"
"Go ahead." Snake slowly walked over with his USP firmly gripped him his hand. With a tug, he pulled the beard and found out it was real.
"That doesn't prove anything."
"Then maybe this will!" Santa grabbed Snakes arm and threw him across the room.
"AHH!!!" Snake open fired as he hit the ground, unloading his round. Even though he was big, Santa flipped out of the way of all the bullets with cartwheels and backflips. He had the skills of an olympic gymnist. Then out of nowhere he jumped into the air fifty feet like he was flying.
"Holy crap he is Santa..." Snake said as his jaw dropped. He ejected the magazine and reloaded.
CODEC - 141.25
Snake: This is Snake. I've found the Metal Gear.
Otacon: Great.
Snake: I also found Santa.
Otacon: What did you say?
Snake: Santa.. I think he's behind this.
Otacon: What make's you say that?
Snake: He's attacking me!
Otacon: Hmm... Give me some time to asses the situation.
Snake: Hurry.
End transmission...
"Ho ho ho!" Santa laughed as he flew around. "Here's a present for you Snake!" He held up his hand as it started to glow blue. With a flick of the wrist he shot out an ice beam almost nailing Snake right in the legs.
"Damn..." Snake returned fire, but Santa kept flipping around in the air dodging the bullets. But one did cut his face leaving a small line of blue blood.
"Almost got me there. Let's kick it up a notch." He held up both hands and disappeared in a flash.
"Where did he go?" He frantically aimed his gun while reloading. It seemed Santa had left the building until...
"Hello Snake!" Turning around frantically and was face to face with Santa as he pulled back his arm and threw a punch. All Snake could to was take it. The punch almost broke his nose.
"Uff!" The punch had thrown him back several feet almost going through a wall.
"Face it Snake. You can't beat me. I know you better then you know yourself." Snake aimed his gun. "And don't bother pulling the trigger. It's empty." The click of the trigger told the truth. The impact of the punch made him eject the magazine by accident. He had lost a lot of energy and couldn't continue to fight. He couldn't even reach for some rations. Snake had loss as Santa snapped his fingers as a whole bunch of elves rushed in.
"Tie him up, and make sure it's tight. He can be tricky."
"Yes sir," the elf said in a squeaky voice." They dragged Snake's beaten body towards a poll and held him with taffy. Snake tried to struggled out.
"Don't bother. It's liccorish flavor. Impossible to break through, disgusting to eat, and makes a great plastic explosive. Ho ho ho." Santa slowly walked towards Snake as he put on his red hat.
"What happened to you Santa?" Snake said.
"What happened? Time, that's what. Time's have changed Snake."
"But you're still as popular as ever. Except with me."
"It's not the children who idol me, or all the other Santas."
"Other Santas?"
"Yes." Santa stood there for a second looking at the Metal Gear. "There are hundreds of other Santa's to make sure the presents are delivered on time, and of course there is one main Santa, an Alpha Santa, living somewhere in the north pole who makes the toys and tells us what to do. But lately to many secrets have been released about our brotherhood and it's been ruining the imagination of kids everywhere." He turned around and looked at the Metal Gear again. "And now the Alpha Santa has created this."
"The Metal Gear?"
"This Metal Gear is going to take our jobs of delivering toys and and eliminate us one by one. Lucky I've hijacked. I'm going to threaten the U.N. and demand they cancle christmas right away or they'll be destroyed."
"Really..."
"Now, if you'll excuse me, my elves and I still have some preparations. Until then Snake, Merry Christmas..." Santa and his elves walked off leaving Snake alone.
CODEC - 141.25
Snake: Otacon. I've got a problem.
Otacon: I know.
Snake: What do we do, I can't get out of this taffy.
Otacon: Sorry Snake, but I can't do anything either.
Snake: Just another lousy christmas.
Otacon: I guess this means you wont make it to the party.
Snake: What party?
Otacon: I was going to hold a party after this mission. I was hoping you would come.
Snake: Hmm... *sounds of footsteps* Wait.
Otacon: What?
Snake: Someone else is in this room.
End Transmission...
Snake slowly lifted his head so see a guy walking his way. "Who are you?"
"I." The man was wearing a white jumpsuit with blacks gloves. Snake couldn't see his face because the man was wearing a gold mask complete with mouth and eyes drawn on it. He also held a gold staff. And his voice was extremely deep. "I'm the ghost of Christmas Present."
"The ghost of what?!"
Christmas Present - (Sean Connery)
"Yes, the ghost of Christmas Present." He looked at the Metal Gear, and then to Snake. "I'm here to help you Snake."
"I guess I could use some."
"I must warn you though, Santa Clause will not be your only problem. Two more ghosts will fight you and try to destroy you with your past and future. You must overcome them and stop this Santa from destroying Christmas." He walked up to Snake and pointed his staff at his head. "This is your present situation. Do you understand?"
"I don't have a clue what your saying."
"Hmm... Forget it. Just try to head my warning and stop Santa." The ghost held his staff in the air. "If you need advice. Call me with your Codec. My frequency is 140.35." And as he finished his sentince he threw his staff to the ground causing a small explosion of dust. In the blink of an eye the guy disappeared. But as the dust came towards Snake, the taffy dissolved like cotton candy.
CODEC - 141.25
Snake: Otacon, I'm free.
Otacon: Great.
Snake: Damn.
Otacon: What?
Snake: The taffy, it's jammed my USP. I can't load a magazine.
Otacon: It wouldn't matter anyway. I've found some info on this Metal Gear. You're going to need to locate a Stinger Missile Launcher if you want to destroy this.
Snake: Damn...
Otacon: Well, maybe Santa has a couple you can barrow.
Snake: I'll check it out.
Otacon: Be careful...
End Transmission...
As Snake quietly stepped towards the room that Santa's in, Christmas Present was looking on from a balcony. "Let's hope he succeeds. He must know the truth."
Snake carefully open the door and peeked. The plus side, there were plenty of weapons he could use to destroy Metal Gear in one of the corners, but there was a down side. The room was filled with elves lined up like an army of midgets. Snake held his hand to his neck and said, "Otacon, we have a problem."
To be continued...