While picking his teeth with a bone large enough to skewer a man, Big Boss began to explain to Grunk, his voice booming with self-assurance, “Big Boss’s brain works with meat, more meat, more intelligent! HAHA.” He paused, letting out a small burp before continuing, “Grunk! The Boss knows everything! I will kick Malik’s smart ass! And you will follow Cygo into the breach! They think they’re smart; they want to find a weapon! A weapon to destroy the Boss!!!”
Charged with energy and anger, Big Boss abruptly stood up. His presence was commanding as he pointed a massive finger in Grunk’s direction, “Grunk will find the weapon before them!” His declaration set the stage for Grunk’s new, crucial mission — a race against time and cunning foes to secure a mysterious weapon capable of threatening Big Boss’s reign.
One of the Glarniks, moving with urgent haste, darted towards Grunk and handed him a map. As Grunk’s hand reached out to take the map, Big Boss’s voice thundered through the room, so loud that the metal bars on the door began to vibrate. “Do not disappoint me, Grunk!”
Grunk was well aware that Big Boss was not just the reigning champion of the arena but a formidable force who effortlessly outmatched all combatants. Despite his might, Big Boss chose to remain within the confines of the arena prison, a domain over which he wielded absolute control. Here, he was the supreme authority; his commands were law, and his voice obeyed without question. Even the ever-vigilant guarding drones observed his brutal dominion in silence.
For Grunk, the mission to find the weapon was not just a test of loyalty—but a matter of survival. Failure was not an option, as returning empty-handed would likely mean a fate far worse than death.
