...I am alone.
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After defeating Liquid Snake and defeating the Patriots and its System, the Old Snake enters the graveyard which bears his genetic superior, realizing the total of his superior's worth and of his own beneficiary existence in this world to be utterly evil.
And worst of all, it has left Old Snake with nothing but himself-- a Sin in itself.
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Why did it come to this? The world's war has changed, no longer concerned with ideologies. Money makes the revolution, and the war economy has no difference compared to socio-economic profit. Too many of our fathers have passed the buck to our children so carelessly, so ignorantly; what hope is there that the price can be paid?
Our children, the soldiers of tomorrow, behave just as the machines do. Programmed, retrofitted with the System—no experience whatsoever—an instant government issued piece of canon fodder. Made to respond to the customary conditions, this soldier will die as quickly as he was made. A set up for instant—but affordable—destruction. And with the System out of commission, they're just a ragtag of walking, dead computers deprive of the lives they used to live. The Golden Years are theirs, and yet remain out of their grasp.
And to fight for what? The world has become a puppet itself. The Patriots made it so, webbing each corner with the snares of illusion. The lob has made her poison with the intent to strike, but with the happiness to see its prey willingly—stupidly—drink it instead. People make me sick.
And yet I am alone.
I served my country far more than any other soldier has. And I am reduced to this?! An old dog limping on its last leg, outcasted!?
However, I am no hero. Never was.
All it took was a job that needed completion. And I was the only one to do it.
But what came of it?
I have always been a killer. Always destined for the battlefield. Never for anything else. Love. Joy. Freedom. Life…
Big Boss passed the buck. His sins are carried through me, his offspring. I am a destined failure.
I am alone.
My sins are the reason for my loneliness. A burden that no one else can ever understand or bear. My spirit and my body are one and the same; a spiritual ticking bomb.
I grip my pistol…
I stand before his grave…
Hurt.
Angry.
Ashamed.
Infuriated.
Depressed.
Horrified.
I must stop it. It must end with me. I am the cause and the solution. The sins of the father… by the son?… yes... yes!
The children of tomorrow will be better off knowing my like are gone forever, and at the right moment. It is a new time, and I am not welcomed.
I am no hero. Never was.
War has changed.
Our time… yes, Big Boss, OUR time… is over.
…one… more task. I… I will—must, and want to… No, I have to. I don't want to… yes I do—because I must…
It's time to wipe this meme off the earth, and clean the Garden of its Snake.
It is time to go… pull the trigger, Dav-- SNAKE. Snake... I'm Snake...
and... yes... it... it is time to go... now... now... now... time, to go... for my Final Miss--
