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//the ashes of men remain as a perfect memory
With age, Liquid Snake had ben granted the ability to sleep a bit more soundly--but even a bit more than Liquid usually slept wasn't quite normal. And it did nothing against his nightmares.
They came often; memories of Shadow Moses, of the Discovery...but the worst always dealt with his twenty-year-old ordeal from the Gulf War. It had been so long ( Read more... ) -
//keep the faith
Here stood a Liquid--well, sort of stood. He was still in a questionable condition, but recovering slowly; he wore jeans and no shirt (as many Liquids were known to do), and seemed to be slowly recovering at least. His broken arm was in a sling, other used to lean heavily on a crutch in place of his broken leg.
"Snake had damn well better pray I ( Read more... ) -
//everything you ever
Liquid Snake was not a man that knew what was proper etiquette for social situations. He had never gone on a date, never found such a foolish thing necessary...and yet here he was, having taken great pains to be absolutely sure of perfection down to the smallest detail ( Read more... )