Metal Gear Solid Novels & Stories

I turn my head to get a better look, and a dart whizzes through the air, narrowly missing my face. “Alec!” I point to the wall, where a small dart is stuck. He glances up, and another dart whizzes by. “They have a sniper. Get back.” He pushes me down and then he’s gone, around the corner with lightning speed. There’s a shout and then a sickening crunch. I hear metal breaking and Alec emerges from around the corner, pieces of something metal in his hands. It takes me a second, but then I realize it’s a gun. Or, rather, it was a gun until he broke it into two pieces.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

She raised her other arm and held up her mace. Ragged warcries escaped the throats of the other players in their team as they finally closed the distance. They lost 9 mechs throughout the run, but they finally made it to the trenches where the enemy's ranged superiority ceased to offer a decisive advantage. The enemy team possessed a clear lack of close-ranged fighters. However, a heavy striker appeared before Melinda and fired his over-sized shotgun at her approaching form.