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...Normally I don't do these but I got used as an example, so.

It's a map scored into his head with fire. Hands, wet, dragging his heavy body from the wet or the dark - skin glistening with sweat or rain or bright crystals of sand. An entry past guards, and then a crush of vessels of creaking steel, dry and labarynthine, until he burst through into a hall filled with hulking weapons. Things changed, but mostly him; back then, he hadn't understood the dimension of the sliding eyes of the cameras that let him evade their sight, only ducked behind things or into things. He'd been a naive newborn idiot back then, but it was as good as he could have done. Circumstances were different; as the woman in the enemy uniform had dropped down in a splatter of blood and a piercing scream, he'd stared once through his scope to see a pair of unfamiliar woman's eyes, and once to see a man's eyes he'd known every streak of colour in.

Snake understood, as he rode off into the sunset with the chopper's wind turning his bandanna into a streamer, as he rode off into the sunrise with a new bandanna wound around his wrist, more than anyone, the meaning of the words 'play it again'.

Otacon had been the one who had drawn him the new map. Sometimes, Snake sees the wise, open nobility of Pettrovich, but it's rare. Otacon's shame is a full, worldly shame, not Pettrovich's atavistic despair for the world he'd given Ellen. Both carry pasts, but Pettrovich's past was a habit and his future that of a set course; Otacon's past is a millstone carried by a strong man. Most importantly, Otacon's smile, and the pulse beating through his held hand, remind Snake that Otacon is alive. Snake knows that out of the two of them, regardless of what role they each held, Otacon is not the one who will end up like Pettrovich. Snake quietly dreads the day he would take on something stronger than himself in a desperate bid to die, because he knows he'll probably survive.

I've decided I'm just going to shut up and go BEYOND THE IMPOSSIBLE with the badness of the thing I'm writing.

EDIT: NEW CLICHE IDEA - Mpreg. Otacon's night with Naomi has another consequence he didn't forsee.

Poll #1430164 [train]==========[train]
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We've all had trainwreck syndrome while reading, but have you ever had trainwreck syndrome while writing? (Fic, RP log, whatever)

If you answered yes, was the work in question explicitly pornographic in nature? (not just shippy, an actual detailed sex scene)

Go on. Tell me a little more.

So I'm a maintainer of capslock_mgs now.

Awesome.

BRB, out of town for a while.

See ya!

Idea dumping for mgs_clichefic:

FIC

- AU where Otacon is a vampire. I have all the details for My Vampires Being Different that will let me whine about how MGS4 sucked make metastatements about the game as a whole, and it will be awesome once I figure out a plot for it. Maybe someone else needs to be a slayer or something? Maybe he can have mortal vampcombat with Vamp? I don't know. Ugh. Throw some ideas at me or this won't get written.

- Finish off that Snake/Otacon kidfic thing. I have about three pages and the plot hasn't started. I like it and I think it's some of my best writing (read - I can read it back and not cringe horribly several days after writing it), but - again, there's a lot of material I want to get and not a lot of plotting ability I have.

- The MGS/Twilight crossover Miri and I plotted while she was helping me with the dishes. ONCE AGAIN, while I have plotted out in my head how it fits in the verse, what Meyerpires are in the verse I'm making and so on (while conveniently ignoring the timeline because it makes more sense in my head for the verses to cross over during MGS4 but Bella needs to be a human for the plot to work), I still have no idea how to conclude the plot or make it all fit together. Right now I'm stuck on the fact that I've set Bella up to try to de-vamp Edward, but Bella would never do that even if she wanted to, and Edward would want to be de-vamped but would never let Bella do it, so basically I'll end up with the two main characters both wanting something but arguing about how they both want it and not doing it for no reason. However, this is IC, so I may leave it in as soon as I can figure a way out of the infinite loop which isn't 'AND THEN NAOMI KILLS ALL THE VAMPIRES AND EVERYONE CHEERS, THE END'. Also, I realise writing this will force me to ape SMeyer's prose, and I can't even ape my own prose most of the time; not to mention I'll have to actually reread the book to check that I'm doing it right, aaaugh.

I might end up giving up and just write a meeting between pre-MGS1 Snake and the Cullen family when they were living in Alaska.

- Blanketfic. I have the most terrible fondness for the whole blanket scenario, especially when it comes to forcing men to cuddle. The problem is that I can't decide if I should do Snake/Otacon or Raiden/Rose. On the Snake/Otacon end, there's the fact that I had the idea rolling around in my head like an old rotting pea in a thrown-out tin can for a while, which means I'll have a better idea how to set it up and what to do with it; there's the fact that the pairing would be more inclined to at least a semi-happy resolution; and also, it's my OTP. On the Raiden/Rose end, I could work it into the 'I'm afraid of the night! That's why I don't sleep next to you!' line; the main source of conflict will be based in canon rather than in headcanon; and everything else I write for this challenge will be Snake/Otacon anyway so it'll add some variety. The biggest problem is I can't figure out how I could make it have a happy ending.

VIDDING (yes, really)

- Linkin Park AMV About A Character Being Sad. Not sure how to twist it to make it creepy-awesome, though. Maybe tell a really weird story that's the total opposite of the lyrics' sentiments, or use some kind of insane remix, or something?

EDIT: HAVE THOUGHT OF AN IDEA, AND IT'S NOT A RIDICULOUSLY AMBITIOUS ONE. Now off to listen to some Linkin Park remixes.

So today I went to THE GUN SHOP. (Cultural note: I am English. Gun control is extremely strict and you cannot just buy guns from the supermarket - you have to go to seedy little places of which there is about five in the whole country.) As I walked in, I began to feel creeped out, being surrounded by people casually handling devices specifically designed for ending lives, and in order to not feel funny I forced myself to look at something that wasn't a gun. It was a huge rack of nasty looking hunting knives. I began to feel extremely strange, got my hysterical giggling under control after my mother whacked me for it, and left feeling disturbed.

On the bright side, they had a .44 Magnum revolver in the display under the counter, so it was quite nice getting to see Dirty Harry's gun. But, still, auuugh, guns. How do you Americans cope?

The town we went to in order to reach the gunshop was - let's just say that, if it also contained the heart of the technology industry, I would be able to understand the usual colour scheme of current-gen games. Unfortunately it didn't and I was left vaguely wondering if my colour vision had somehow gone. Maybe it looks better in the sunlight.

ALRIGHT

LIFE IS SHIT

I THOUGHT I'D HAVE A SERIOUS GO AT DRUNK!WRITING BUT IT TURNS OUT THAT NO, I STILL HATE THE TASTE OF ALCOHOL.

Oh genetics. You've thrown me some curveballs. Awful manky British teeth which braces can only help, not correct. A slightly too high forehead. A viciously heavy period. Ugly feet. Dark dense body hair. But, of all the genes, why did it have to be aversion to alcohol? It's just - I tried summoning my Inner Big Boss and drinking anyway, but I couldn't. My throat just closed up and said 'no, this is poison'.

I'm a failure as a writer, a student, and as a Brit.


EDIT: Oh I put my music collection on Shuffle for the first time in weeks and it turned up a really nice cover version of Michael Jackson's Thriller. It's really good, I love the sampled voice effects.