| leo-j said: I cant beat the Freakin 3 rays, they keep coming back at me! I'll never get to MGS3. |
Yeah dude, you got about 10-15 to deal with. My advice is to hit them in the legs, and then hit them in the face, and abuse your little flip kick as an escape tool. The real things you have to watch out for are getting stepped on and then getting hit by those really big lasers. Fuck those little missles too. That fight definitely wasn't fun, but it isn't impossible.
Stopping Solidus Snake from choking you on hard towards the end, now THAT is impossible. I must have tried that 100 times before I got it. Got a blister on my finger when I finally found a way to do it!
We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers…Also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge. –Raoul Duke
It is hard to shed anything but crocodile tears over White House speechwriter Patrick Buchanan's tragic analysis of the Nixon debacle. "It's like Sisyphus," he said. "We rolled the rock all the way up the mountain...and it rolled right back down on us...." Neither Sisyphus nor the commander of the Light Brigade nor Pat Buchanan had the time or any real inclination to question what they were doing...a martyr, to the bitter end, to a "flawed" cause and a narrow, atavistic concept of conservative politics that has done more damage to itself and the country in less than six years than its liberal enemies could have done in two or three decades. -Hunter S. Thompson
