Oct 25, 2009 10:53
I... I beat it.
As someone who doesn't yet own a PSP, this means no more Metal Gear to look forward to for a while.
That's an odd new feeling.
Er... wow.
I'd have cried then. I really would have. Several times over, at several parts. But my sister was in the room, and she'd have mocked me.
I... did actually tear up, once. In the third act, when Big Mama (I still, by instinct, call her EVA) talks about The Boss. For some reason, though I couldn't really make myself cry over her death, this talk of her over forty years later did. But then my sister made fun of me and I had no more tears to shed.
Masculine bravado. Not wanting to be made fun of. A long-standing inability to cry over fictional media. I understand the factors that kept me from showing more emotion about it. But still... I feel...
empty.
Snake's apparent death, the microwave corridor (oh GOD THE MICROWAVE CORRIDOR), the entire cast of MGS3 being dead... there were a lot of things that I was upset by, and I wanted to cry over. But no. And now I feel as though my experience was damaged by the fact that I had someone with me the whole time.
I love playing video games with my sister, but...
Sometimes I wonder if I should've experienced this alone.
...I want a bowl of soup.
But I can't bring myself to make it. I know how it feels now.
Maybe I'll have eggs, instead.
...I'll make a real post about everything later.
family shit,
games,
mgs4,
emo post