SNAKE PLISSKEN vs SOLID SNAKE
Comic Plots
WARNING: Stories contain harsh language not suitable for children.
Well, to make the comics, We had to come up with a plot first. I'm not that great of a writer, but I gave it a shot anyway.
PART 1: SNAKE PLISSKEN VS. SOLID SNAKE
OTHER STORIES
"Twas the Night Before a Snake Christmas... somewhat" By Joe Thornton
"Snake on the Run" By Gayle Bykowicz
Snake Plissken vs. Solid Snake
Comic Plot By Gayle Bykowicz
The sun begun to set, the sky filled with bursts of color. It became windy, gusts of sand danced in circular patterns. The smell of rain filled the air. A storm was rolling in, a big one.
A sidewinder slithered over a sand dun when suddenly, a foot stomps down on top of it. The snake coiled around the boot biting it with hisses. A hand reaches down, grabs the snake by the head and lifts it, leaving the tail swinging in the breeze. The stranger gazed at the snake’s fangs with his blue eye. The sidewinder let out a hiss between his fingers, then smelled the air with its tongue. His gaze became intense. The stranger knelled down releasing the snake, and It disappeared under the sand.
The wind started picking up, His brown leather jacket began flapping franticly, He covered his face with a sleeve. Off in the distance, a neon sign could be seen threw the dust storm, it flickered the words BAR OF SPIRITS. The stranger made a run toward it. He burst through the swinging doors coughing and gagging. Covered with sand head to toe, he stood looking at his surroundings. There where only two people inside.
On one of the bar stools sat a mullet haired man, he whore a military green camouflage uniform, black jungle boots, and a bandanna around is head. A cloud of purplish smoke twirled around him as he puffed on a cigarette. In one hand he held a shot glass of vodka. The soft sound of a radio could be heard on him. “come in…. this is otacon …waiting for a response…..”
Wearing a clean white shirt and red bowtie, the bartender looked at the new customer, shining up a shot glass, “Well look at who just breezed threw the door!” the bartender bellowed, then spat inside the glass giving it another polish. The bandanna man on the bench slowly turned to look, and found himself staring into the face of his bounty prize.
“I knew you’d get here sooner or later, Snake Plissken.” he said, putting out his cigarette with downward stabs in a ashtray. Plissken, still standing in the doorway, studied the man with his good eye. “Who are you?”
He sat in disbelief, “Snake… Solid Snake”
“Snake huh” Plissken sneered.
“You have a hefty price on your head”. Solid said
“No shit!!!” Plissken pulled out a 50 caliber magnum and aimed right at Solid’s face.
Solid sat calmly on the bench, staring down the massive hand cannon.
“Sorry to disappoint you, but this isn’t the first time I had a gun in my face.”
“Now hold on!” The bartender yelled, “I don’t want a mess in my clean bar! The last thing I want to do is clean someone’s brains off the dartboard!”
“Lets take this outside Plissken” Solid gulped down the vodka and stood up.
“Call me Snake” He noticed that his opponent wasn’t armed... bad mistake.
Walking backwards with his gun at his side, Plissken stepped out of the entrance watching Solid follow.
“What’s with the bandanna, asshole? Are you a hippie or something?” Plissken snickered.
Solid squinted his eyes, “Only girls should have there hair long!” he growled.
Plissken and Solid stepped outside into the storm.
The clouds turned threatening , a green lighting bolt lit up the sky. The two stood fifty steps away from one another as the wind grew more violent.
“So you never heard of me, huh!?” Solid crossed his arms, his bandanna waved uncontrollably in the wind.
“I don’t give a shit who you are!” Snake yelled over the noise of his jacket whipping around, his eye patch holding on to his forehead.
Solid stepped forward. “I know allot about you Plissken…I even used your last name as a alias for myself in one of my missions.” Snake gave him a sneer. “The United States Police Force told me all about the reward for your capture…..Even if it meant bringing your dead carcass back!”
Snake lifted his gun, aimed at solids head “What part of I don’t give a shit! Do you not understand!”
Solid raised his hands in surrender, “I’m not armed!…. Oh! And by the way, you don’t have what it takes to kill me!”
“Huh? We’ll see!” Snake lifted up the magnum aimed and “Click”, Puzzled Snake kept pulling the trigger, just clicking sounds. “Damn it!”
Solid closed his eyes “Only weaklings use weapons” chuckling, “You have to get used to the feel of that gun, it’s not meant to kill people, it’s a high class weapo…” and before Solid could finish what he was saying, Snake threw the gun into his face. SLAM!!! Solid flipped backwards on his ass with a spectacular burst of sand.
“High class THAT shithead!!!” Plissken yelled, he started running towards Solid, his shin guards made ticking noises as his legs moved. A cloud of dust traveled behind him.
Solid slowly stood up holding his forehead “What! Not only do you look like a bitch, you fight like one to!”
Plissken grabbed Solid's bandanna pulled his head back and slammed it into the sand. “Eat dirt, high fiber!” Plissken held his head down suffocating him, until Solid gave him a quick elbow jab to the ribs. Snake gasped and fell to his knees , holding his side in pain.
“My turn!” Solid spun around with a roundhouse, kicking Snake in the face. “BLAM” snake was now on his hands and knees. Blood trickling from his nose turning the sand red. Solid folded his arms before him and shook his head. “Pathetic.. I thought you would be more of a challenge” A thunder bolt hit near the two of them, “KABOOM!!!” blasting mounds of sand and themselves, in the air.
Knocked out cold, the Both of them landed a distance away form one another. Plissken was the first to awake, he crawled towards the unconscious Solid lying on his back half buried. Snake grabbed his collar. “I’m goanna bitch slap you asshole!” he said lifting up his fist. Solid came to, and with both feet he pushed Plissken off. The two stood up at once facing each other as eerie sounds of the wind blew.
“Do you want to dance or fight!” Solid yelled over his bandanna.
Plissken stood quiet looking up at the swirling green sky, then back at Solid. He took off his jacket and threw it down. Underneath, he wore a black tank top with zippers on each shoulder. He then adjusted his gloves and cracked his knuckles. “I’ll show you how this bitch can fight, hippie!” he hissed.
Plissken started running full speed right at Solid, he clenched his fists with anger, he grit his teeth, he pounded his cleat tipped boots in the ground as he ran. Solid ran towards Snake with a rooster tail of dust, his bandanna fluttering in the breeze, The two came together with massive blows. Plissken threw the first punch, underneath Solid’s jaw then in the gut. Solid bent over with a gasp, but suddenly planted one right in Plissken’s face, and the back of his head. Plissken fell forward but still maintained his balance, he spun around kicking Solid in the chest then attempted to kick him in the head. Instead, Solid grabbed his boot and held it. Plissken jumped in the air with his free leg, kicking Solid down the side of his face, and fell on his back. Bleeding from the mouth, Solid was bent over on one knee. Plissken grabbed his bandanna, ripped it off Solid’s head and rapped it around his neck. “A little something I learned from the C.I.A.”
Choking, Solid held on to the bandanna struggling to breath. He managed to flip Plissken over his shoulder. Bruised and bloody, the two stopped in there tracks when they seen a flash ,then a “KABOOM!!!!” Another lightning bolt hit near the two of them. Plissken flew in the air and hit the ground with tremendous force. An explosion of sand fell over him. Darkness…
The storm started to settle, the wind grew calm, pink sunbeams peaked threw the clouds, it was morning. Sand started to fill the inside of his eye patch, Plissken managed to dig himself out of his grave, He rubbed his eye and blinked a few times to see. Solid was nowhere in sight. Patting the dust off his clothing, he walked over to the crater that the bolt had made, he found a mound of sand next to it. Solid’s arm reached out from underneath. The muffled sounds of his radio fizzling out “otacon to snake… come in… go for his blind spot…snake?…Snake!!!…”
“That takes care of the burial” Snake Plissken murmured, and begins to walk towards the bar to get a drink.
THE END
Revenge of Solid Snake
Part 2 of Snake vs. Solid
Comic plot By Gayle Bykowicz and Joe Thornton
A day passed: Solid’s bloody hand is seen reaching up to the night sky. There is a Silhouette of Solid digging out of the sand. His eyes in a fury.
“You better pray…..You better pray that I don’t find you….. PLISSKEN!!!!!!!”
Next scene: Plissken is Riding a ATV. His face can‘t be seen, He’s wearing a helmet. Plissken stops at a gas station to steal more fuel. A man with a gas mask comes out.
“Hello Stranger! Can I help you?” Snake looks at him
“Yeah“, Plissken pulls out his magnum and points it at him.
“Your gasoline” Plissken hissed
“No problem, right away just don’t kill me!”
The leg brace he’s wearing, squeaks as he shuffles over to the pumps. The gas man pumps fuel in the ATV. Gun still pointed at the man, Plissken pulls out the bandanna in his pocket. Plissken thinks about Solid with a snicker. Remembering how he beat the shit out of him.
“Nice bandanna” the man said pumping in the gas.
Snake glances back at him. “Thanks… Solid.”
Plissken starts up the engine “Call me Snake.” he then rolls out the driveway.
The man takes off the gas mask. Its Solid Snake. He pulls out a bazooka from behind one of the pumps. Snake is now 100 ft away. Solid sneers
“ Goodbye asshole” he pulls the trigger. KABOOM! The rocket fires and hit’s the back tires of the ATV, it jackknifes into the air along with Plissken. He rolls down a ditch and lays motionless. (Fire all around) Solid walks over to Plissken’s body “I heard you where dead Now you are.” Solid reaches down for his bandanna. “Well, I better call the USPF if they want him.” Solid makes a call on his radio“ I’ve got the body, how long will it take for your people to get hear?” Remembering that he left his cigarettes in the gas station, he walks back inside.
Still breathing, Plissken drags himself out of the ditch.
“Asshole forgot that I still have my gun” Plissken struggles to stand. Suddenly he hears the engines of helicopters.
“Damn!, today is not my day” he stumbles back down in the ditch to hide. Four choppers with the USP insignia, land around the gas station. USPF officers jump out and gather around. Black face shields and thirsty for blood they all scan the property with guns drawn. Solid steps out.
“ Money first!” one of the USP soldiers steps up and hands Solid the bounty money.
“His body is over there” Solid gestures at the ditch. Plissken slowly glances over the ditch then backs down.
“I have to time this right,“ he can hear the Black belly’s feet slap the pavement.
“Now! “Plissken points his gun at one of the gas tanks.
Solid seen Plissken standing up… alive.
“SON OF A BITCH! Solid Screams “SHOOT HIM!!!”
Plissken fires his 50.Caliber magnum, KAABOOOM!!!!!! The gas station explodes with a shower of molten metal and Black Belly body parts.
Nothing was left but only a flaming skeleton of the building. Plissken walks over to one of the untouched helicopters, and fires up the engine. “Its been awhile” Plissken mutters under his breath.
“YOUR NOT GETTING AWAY THIS TIME PLISSKEN!!!! Solid comes out from behind the flames and hurls a rappel at the landing gears. “Common sweetheart.” the helicopter lifts up along with Solid, Dangling on the rope. Solid climbs up to the passengers side. He is holding a massive knife. Plissken fumbles threw his gun holster and forgets to hold on to the joystick. The copter swings out of control. Solid jumps inside and cuts the air with his knife, missing Plissken’s throat. The copter tilts sideways, Plissken falls out handing on to the door handle. He struggles to hold on as his glove starts to slip off. The helicopter lowers. The ground beneath him is just a blur. Solid, with a sinister smile on his face, looks down at Plissken and grabs his eye patch. “you wont be needing this” The knife reflects Plissken’s face in shock. Solid rip’s off the eye patch “Thanks for the memento!” Plissken screams in pain, the muscles in his eye tighten from the light. Plissken hangs on with one arm, covering his eye with the other.
“Like they say, an eye for an eye” Solid swings the knife downward.
“goodbye asshole” Plissken lets go just before the blade opens him, and falls to the ground below.
THE END
Deleted comic story
He rolls and somersaults over the rough terrain, with a dust trail following behind. finally he comes to a stop. He lays there until the sounds of the copter engine grow louder.. Ribs broken, and a pain in his head, Plissken crawls underneath a tree to hide.
Solid has taken control of the helicopter. He scans the area and finds a long track of something being dragged, it led to a tree.
“SNAAAAAKE!!!!!!” Solid fires the Gattling guns. The bullets ricocheted off the trunk shredding the leaves to pieces. Plissken dodges the shower of bullets.
The helicopter then takes off in the other direction. Plissken steps out from under the tree.
Back in the helicopter: Solid is overjoyed that he finally killed Snake Plissken, and proving it by snatching his eye patch.
The Ultimate Metal Gear
Part 3 Snake vs. solid
Comic plot by Joe Thornton and Gayle Bykowicz
Falling, falling, then finally SLAM!!!! Snake Plissken smashes into a black belly riding on camelback. Plissken manages to get up, and snaps the black bellies neck CRACK!!! Plissken notices a fortress of the USPF in the distance. Another black belly seen Plissken, and tries to fight him.
“Its Snake Plissken! Halt! Your under…” Snake throttles him with lefts and rights, knocking the soldier down, unconscious.
“No YOUR under asshole.” Disgusted, Snake then takes the USP officer’s uniform. His bad eye started to throb. He puts on the officer’s sleek black helmet, and slaps down the visor. Plissken notices the camel trying to stand, covered in some kind of body armor. Snake jumps on the camel and rides off with only one thought on his mind…Killing Solid Snake. Plissken enters the fortress, USP solders all over. He rides inside a garage full of jeeps and ATVs. Plissken leaps off the camel.
“Get out of hear.” He ordered the camel until “SPIT!” a slimy, brown, oyster smacks Plissken in his bad eye. He swings around and punches the camel in the head, SLAM!!! knocking it out.
“Yuck! Asshole!” Wiping the spit off with his sleeve, Plissken then heard a familiar voice down the hall. He leans against a wall and peeks over. Plissken squints his eyes struggling to see.
“Well there won't be any need for that.” It was Solid’s voice. “Now That I have Killed Plissken” .
"Yes Sir! It was programmed to Hunt down Plissken and Kill him, Now all for Nothing!” Said the USPF General, Standing next to Solid Snake
“Yes Sergeant I have spent the last year programming that Robot with every Known Knowledge of Plissken. his looks, his moves, his voice, and even his body heat and DNA! All for nothing now. I would have loved to use it in Combat! What a Shame!” Just about the time he finished the statement, Plissken jumps down off from the crates behind the USPF General, Grabs him, then Snaps the general‘s neck, CRACK!. Plissken tackles Solid to the ground, which so happens to have the REMOTE KEY to the Robot. The remote fly’s out of solid’s hand and smashes into three separate pieces. Plissken puts Solid in a chock hold
“You should of hoped that I never came back!” Solid gasps for air and holds on to Plissken’s elbows.
“Look *choke* Moron *gag*.. METAL!…GEAR!” Solid points upward.
“What the hell are you talking about?“ Plissken looks up and finds himself starring into a mouth full of steel teeth. “What the Fuck is this!!..” The robot Dragon started to power up it’s hyper beam. As it did, the jaws swung open with a blue eerie glow inside.
“it's Scanners!” Solid screams. It does a scan of Both Snakes. With Plissken looking so much like Solid without the Patch, The Robot can't tell the Difference Between them and starts to malfunction. ROOOARRRR!!! Both snakes run behind stacked wooden crates. The Metal Gear beast fires the cannon illuminating the entire hanger, cremating the lifeless body of the USP general.
“What the hell…Is this meant for me asshole!”, Plissken gave him a sneer, trying to picture Solid’s head explode. The Robot Scans the Area, seeing nothing. This gave the two time to think And talk.
“We’ve got to get the three pieces of the remote. it’s the only way to shut this thing down.” solid glances down to the floor and spots a remote piece.
“There’s one! Cover me” Solid runs after the piece.
“Yeah, I’ll cover you.” Plissken said with a snicker. “I’ll cover your dead body with dirt.”
Solid picks up the remote piece , the dragon robot spots him, and begins to program the machine guns to fire.
“Oh SHIT!” Solid runs for cover as the bullets ricochet behind his heels. The dragon then switches over to programming it’s tail to slam Solid against the hanger’s wall. “UUUMMMFF.” The remote piece slides on the cement floor. Solid falls into some wooden crates, unconscious. Plissken finds a second remote piece next to a box of mortars. He looks over his shoulder to find the Dragon Gear walking towards Solid’s motionless body.
“Damn, he’s the only one who knows how to turn off this thing.” frustrated and wishing he could leave Solid to his doom, Plissken grabs a mortar, and throws it with all his strength. The mortar hit’s one of the dragon's jet engines and explodes. KABOOOM!!! The Metal Gear’s sensors get scrambled. ROOOARRR!!!! It begins to lash out at anything and everything. Plissken runs to Solid and notices the piece of the remote near the dragons feet. “The first piece!” he tries to go for it until CRUNCH!!! The machine slams it’s titanic foot down on top of it “Damn!” Plissken turns around and keeps pushing towards Solid. He helps Solid to his feet
“We can't stop it now, a piece of the remotes been destroyed.”
“Yes we can!” Solid said “I still have one key, you have the other! There is one spare key inside the Robot
that can be placed with these two Keys to make One remote!” Solid holds his side to gasp “We have to get it! There is NO OTHER WAY TO STOP IT!”
Plissken lifts Solid over his shoulder “Alright… I’ll keep the thing busy while you figure out how to SHUT IT OFF!” Plissken’s eye begun to irritate him, but he kept trying to ignore the pain. Solid stood on his feet “ Lets do this.” he began to climb up a nearby ladder to the overhead crosswalk, the gray tattered bandanna swinging right behind.
Plissken took a quick glace at Solid’s progress, then back to the Dragon Gear. The machine spots him alone. “common sweetheart” Plissken whispers.
Solid finally climbs to the top. He could see the key port on the back of the Metal Gear. “A little closer…closer…” the Machine was locked on to Plissken’s movements. “LURE IT CLOSER!…GOOD!” Solid jumps off.
“Common sweetheart, follow me.” The machine opened its jaws, surrounding Plissken with a red glowing light. “It’s scanning me?” The metal gear moved closer, and closer, till it’s massive jaws where right in Plissken’s face. “HURRY UP!!!”
“GOT IT!” To Solid’s surprise, the key did shut down the machine but…It activated a detonating device inside. “Damn!” He slide down the huge robotic leg, and hits the pavement hard.
“We have a Problem, It set to Blow.” beads of sweat started running down Solid’s face.
“No problem, I found us a ride.” Snake points to an open crate, parked inside was a camouflaged armored truck. “I’ll drive.” Plissken said, they both jump in. “ We can’t get out! The locks on the hanger doors where activated when the machine was… .”
“There should be a rocket launcher in the back seat. Damn black bellies, they usually have a nasty surprise inside there vehicles.” Plissken revs up the engine, “Great! We’ll make our own exit.” Solid lifts the launcher over his shoulder. The truck skids out of the crate in a sawdust cloud. “Keep this thing moving Plissken, We have no time.” Solid holds the weapon, and aims at the aluminum hanger door. Plissken floors it, the tires let out a ear piercing scream. “Steady…steady…Damn it! Keep it strait!.” Solid is jerks to one side.
Plissken’s left eye was now throbbing with excruciating pain. He held on to the steering wheel, struggling not to pass out. “Hold on asshole, there’s debris ahead.” Plissken muttered.
Solid pulls the trigger. A “SWISH!” then a “KAAABOOOOMMMM!!!!” The hanger doors blew apart with pieces of flying, molten metal. The truck quickly bolts out of the building and into the windy desert.
Five minutes was up. The detonator went off. The hander exploded like a small atom bomb. The USPF didn’t know what hit them. The only things that were left, was a cloud of ashes, and a flaming shell which used to be the USP headquarters.
“Orange… Fire” Dizzy, and a sickness in the pit of his stomach, Plissken lifted his hand to his bad eye. The truck slowed down to a stop. puzzled, Solid pulled out Plissken's eye patch.
“Here, this should help.” Solid gently handed Plissken the patch.
“Thanks.” Plissken slips it on over is sweaty forehead. “Nice radio in here.” Solid pays no attention, and looks off in to the distance. Plissken pushes Solid out the passengers door and drives off in a dust cloud. Solid lands face first in the sand, spitting , gagging with sand filled eyes. A huge inhuman shadow came over him, he felt a wetness on his nose, then a SLURP! It was the smelly ass camel. Not even taking a glance at the rear view mirror, Snake Plissken drove off into the flaming orange sunset.
THE END
Twas the Night Befor a Snake Christmas... somewhat
By Joe Thornton
T'was THE NEW YORK MAXIMUM SECURITY PRISON
And all threw the streets not a crazie was moveing not even a rat,
Then all of a sudden There was a RAT TA TAT TAT!
A whoosh of wind, and red that would move even the dead.
With a yell and a scream RUN DANCER! RUN BLIXEN! MOVE YOUR ASS!
Then out of the night there came a SNAKE as if from the grass,
For ole ST NICK found out real quick,
That you dont cross the SNAKE,
Oh for GODS SAKE!
He had SNAKE'S presents at the bottom of the stack,
You can't hang with the Snake if your going to be that slack.
TAKE EM OUT NOW! Was all that was heard,
Thats when ole ST NICK craped a huge teard!
One minute SNAKE! Oh what a misstake!
NO the gun in his hands is truely NOT FAKE!
For you see ST NICK ,Snake he's not so bad.
So give the SNAKE a break,
after all its for everyones sake.
That he completes the MISSION
to stop the war, and to prevent
NUCLEAR FISSION!
With a scream and a yell He got his ass moving
RUN DANCER RUN BLIXEN !
Cause you dont want to mess with ole
SNAKE PLISSKEN!!!!!
Snake on the Run
By Gayle Bykowicz
Mean as a viper,
strong like a rock.
Eye of a sniper,
tough as a lock.
Snake Plissken will stand,
with a cigar in his hand.
gazing down at the future,
the president did butcher.
Captured by the USPF,
two or three times.
puzzled how Snake,
slithered from the alarm chimes.
Running now,
on the move once more.
That's all he’ll do,
till he knows what he's here for.
No smoking,No drinking, not even red meat,
His blue eye travels down,the empty dark street.
his eye patch tight, and black like a cave.
A prisoner here in the land of the brave.
Slapping his calves, the trentch coat swings down,
his boots hit the ground, as he walks towards town.
Buildings are burning,
car tires still turning.
Snake is alone, now and today.
People have gone, far and away.
Explosions pain course threw his head.
memories of those who are now long dead.
Land of the free, home of the brave.
Snake’s the one that will be in no grave.