Metal Gear Solid Frogs Novels & Stories

Its bite was as strong as that of a meat mincer. Chu Xun stepped down hard again. "Puff!" The giant crocodile's head exploded, its blood splattering everywhere. With only two strong stomps, the crocodile which was comparable to a mincer, was killed effortlessly by Chu Xun. Even so, his clothes were not tainted by even one drop of blood, and he never stopped moving. Along his path, he encountered a frog the size of a palm. It was crimson in color and was extremely beautiful. However, the venom coming out of its mouth could corrode a rock and leave a hole upon contact, instantly.

Fuck. I squint at the frog, at its disgusting warts and the green color of its skin and its horrifying face. Never in my entire life have I seen such a sizeable mutated animal. Of course, I knew the bombing created strange animals, altered their DNA, and made them different, but I've never seen an enormous frog before. Wide-eyed, I stare at the frog. Then, right on cue, the animal turns around to face me. Immediately, I hide. Fuck. Can the damn frog smell me? I hope that isn't the case!

Able Froster felt a tinge of fear that bit across his senses, the pounding in his heart had gone wild while the sweat that trickled down his eye was now beyond tolerance. Movement crackled in the waters, his instincts told him it was a frog or a rat that had slimed its way to the water. But the fear that had built in his mind had told him it was something else entirely. Drawing his blast rod, he aims the weapon at the clump of branches that sunk low into the bog. Nothing emerges. “Move on.” He mutters, continuing the slog down the swamp.

I tried walking to the door so I could bang on it but the chains stopped me before I could even reach the door. Hmmmm, I can't reach the door standing. What if I lie down and try to reach the door? I immediately laid down and stretch my hands with the chains on. Lo and behold it reached the door. “Yes!” And now for the final step. I started hitting the metal door with the chains over and over again until I heard footsteps coming closer to the room. I hastingly moved back from the door and stayed in a neutral position. It's showtime!

According to Mandy’s memory, the boss was created after all the mushrooms were gathered together. “Shit!” Zen cussed as he struggled to kill the jumpy little red frogs. He didn’t care if they were red with white or green spots. As long as it was a red frog, he needed to kill them fast enough before true horror appeared. Other players did not have to concern themselves with the big toadstool boss because they often took out the smaller frogs before it could become a nightmare. Unfortunately, Zen wasn’t as capable.

Tensel used a torch, throwing flame across the lawn, incinerating as many of the gophers as possible. Most ducked into the holes and came up behind him. Gary caught them with his flamethrower. The ones he didn’t get went back into the holes, regrouping as the birds made a third attack. Damonq saw the ground moving, a solid green-brown carpet and realized it was the frogs. They hopped to the girls, covering them, weighing them down, taking them to the water’s edge. Amelia screamed and beat at them. “Take my hand. Get my hand.” She reached frantically for her sister. Their fingertips touched, but Liv was pulled away from her.

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Asked Cory excitedly, knowing the tiger would understand. Blaython sped up. They came to a clearing where the full moon cast silver light on a small pond. Cory looked into the water. There were minnows swimming through the reeds. A few frogs were resting on lily pads floating across the still water. Cory smiled at the scene. There was a rustling sound behind her. The frogs all abandoned their lily pads and even the minnows hid underneath the reeds.

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.

It was almost twice the size of a bison and could move faster than its size let on. The acid splashed a little on Lars and it burned a hole through his shirt. Lars let out a groan and finally had enough. The frustrated sword of light wielder then gathered his energy into his sword, elongating the blade in a surging stream of burning white. In one big flashing cleave, he cut through the frog and the incoming acid spit at once. The acid split and burned the grasses instead while the frog Chimera broke off into tiny glowing fireflies and dispersed. Lars smiled happily of his victory and descended from the sky. He saw Vayu lazily clapped as he welcomed Lars and his expression was rather unreadab