So maybe it's the controls, maybe it's my 41-year-old reflexes, maybe it's something else, but I just finished MGS for the first time ever and I absolutely HATED HATED HATED HATED HATED HATED the last boss battle(s). Everything after the insertion of the last PAL card form -- the battle with Metal Gear Rex (both stages); the fight with Liquid atop the mech; hell, even the final jeep battle -- was absolute agony. It took me roughly 4 hours, all told, to get through this final stage of the game.
I enjoyed everything else in the game, and admired it for the seriousness of its narrative, its touches of humor, and the innovations (now-dated) that it brought to gameplay. I think it's justly regarded as a classic.
But hooboy, that last 4 hours almost undid me. I'm normally pretty sanguine, but I found myself flipping off the screen. Screaming. Wishing all sorts of bad things on Hideo Kojima. Questioning my relationship with Jesus. Indeed, I had a kind of existential crisis; I asked myself during Hour 3, as Liquid punched me for the 4 billionth time and said, "What's wrong, Snake?" for the 8 billionth, "What am I doing with my life? What kind of person am I? Can there be a god in a world where this kind of game exists? And what must the nature of such a god be?"
All of which is to say: if I had this much trouble with MGS, is it worth it for me play MGS2? To be frank, I'm not sure I can handle this level of frustration again. Thanks for your thoughts.
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