This week, we arrive at perhaps the greatest game ever made. To this day, no one has even tried to say so much about motherhood, the actual meaning of one's purpose in life, and how it's actually pretty cool to come of age when you're 29 seeing as it's still fairly young (even in 1964!) and you'll still have tons of time to become a truly awful person later on. 

Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater  is a remarkable game for many reasons, but the thing that stuck out especially this go around was how different it was from the dull and crowd-pleasing prequels that are now overrepresented in nearly all forms of media. In 2004, you could still get so sick of your megahit IP that you could just fuck off and make a prequel that is focused mostly on a Brigette/Emanuel Macron type relationship that the IP's hero's dad was in 60 years ago. Nowadays, that would get you thrown in the clink. 

Check your camo index. Top off your stamina bar. It's time to beat up your teacher/lover/battlefield mom's real son so badly that he falls in love with you forever.

Art by Josh Lynch. Theme song by Brendan James, inspired by the work of Tappi Iwase, Kazuki Muraoka and Norihiko Hibino.