It is by far the stupidest game I’ve ever cried over. You fight bee guy, a soviet catboy, an astronaut with spaaace maaadness, uncle grandpa who invented sniping, a ladder, a dead man, your gay lover who shoots lightning, a screw-tank, your thrice-betrayed boss with an animated snake tattoo, and the soviet catboy again, and it is all somehow a genuinely moving experience that also serves as criticism of late-20th-century geopolitics.
And it was stupidly pretty for the PS2.
PS2, not PS1.
This is a game where your rescue mission for a nuclear scientist is foiled by a guy who controls bees, and then your boss, The Boss, launches a portable nuclear weapon to cover up that guy getting carried away by bees. That is how the game starts.
Metal Gear Solid 3.
This is easily in the bottom ten percent of wacky shit that happens in that game.
Shagohodgepodge.
Reality is a team sport, to some people. They don’t mean things when they say words. They’re just signalling loyalty to their ingroup hierarchy, and playing a dominance game where they get to decide what’s true. It’s not a judgement call. In their worldview there is no objective means to evaluate claims. There’s just whatever their guy says, and whatever our guy says, and their guy is right because he’s their guy.
So please stop falling for it when they declare themselves fiscal experts. They don’t give the slightest shit. They’re just shuffling cards. It’s another song and dance they do, to grasp for narrative legitimacy. Nothing else exists in their moral universe.
Grenades are easier, but sure, that’d work.
Avoid, frag, potayto, potahto.
You invaded one of our allies. You’re gonna get some missiles.
That’s fair. Honestly most of the effort was spent going back in time to plant a “RIBS” reference in that Tears For Fears video.
Howdy! What’d you think of Mouth Dreams?
Alternately: 360 no-scope such that firing causes the somersault to stop.
Yeah I guess you can’t pulse-ablate a mirror made of plastic.
Though it invites a backup strategy of spraying your enemies with molten drone.
Do not point laser at remaining eyewall.
“You see, men, the lethal range is limited by this airy disk… stop giggling!”
The whole internet is just him and you.
Alternately, polish every car window facing east.
Or… skip a step. Line of sight is irrelevant if your aircraft is already exploding!
You fools. Look up!
It’s not a “moonshot,” it’s a 360 no-scope.
In all seriousness, wavelength-specific dielectric mirrors can approach six nines of reflectivity.
The hard part is hitting the mirror instead of the drone.
Kind of sick, in every sense.