My friend knew the game in and out, so whenever there was a boss fight or an otherwise particularly tricky bit, he took the controller and handily clobbered Vulcan Raven or Psycho Mantis or whoever.įast forward to about 3:30 AM, and we finally make it to the final boss fight against Metal Gear (a big stompy killer robot), and I turn to my buddy, and nudge him to do his magic. Hardcore.Īnd so, late into the night, and well into the next morning, we played MGS in its entirety. All I really knew is you could sneak around and break dudes’ necks with your bare hands. In addition, he had Metal Gear Solid- a game that I had heard about, and had even played the first level a few times, but I’d never really gone that in-depth. At the time, I didn’t have a Playstation- but he did (which wasn’t the only reason I was friends with him, I should add). Years and years ago, near the end of the 20 th century, I was hanging out at a friend of mine’s house. More Boss Fight Books! Metal Gear Solid, by Ashly & Anthony Burch
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