1 Yes, the Metal Gear cast is not mine, but this fanfic is! I hope you
enjoy it. And yes, do itashimashite!
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3 Day 1-Monday
Camera man: 3....2....1...And, we're rolling! (gives thumbs up)
Host: (is wearing a Western-esque hat, and a Hawaiian T-shirt) I'm your host, Jeff Probst, for yet another edition of Survivor! This time, it takes place on the vast, varied landscape of Danger Island! (OOC: This is a real Island, mind you!)
(Camera zooms into the landscape—some areas barren, others heavily forested, with no inhabitants in sight. The searing sun beats down without mercy against the dry land. More to the opposite end of the island, there is a waterfall, and a small stream on the island.)
Jeff: It's is survival of the fittest. Together and individually, our special band of genetically-engineered and/or extra ordinary soldiers of varied ages, and women, must endure the tests of physical and mental strength which this Island has to offer.
(A Kasatka lowers on to the plains nearby, the chopper's blades causing Jeff's hat to blow away. Even through the tinted glass, you can hear bickering and argument among the obscured passengers. Finally, the canopy opens, and 10 people step foreword)
Jeff: Now---the competitors. A very...um, interesting group, indeed.
(Camera faces a young Chinese woman. Her straight black hair is neatly tied into a ponytail, and she has an earpiece with her)
Girl: Hello everyone, my name is Mei Ling. I won't tell you my age...(laughs) that's for YOU to find out.
Jeff: Um, alright. Carrying on then...
(the camera man focuses on an elderly man with hair in a braid, and in a tan-coloured trench coat)
Old man: (his voice is cold and very coarse) If you don't know me already, I'm Revolver Ocelot---better known as Shalashaska to my comrades. (grins) I'm going to enjoy torturing all of you, hehehe.
Jeff: (tries to smile, although he is clearly stunned from the comment) He's just kidding folks! Nothing to worry about.
Ocelot: No I'm not. -.-
Jeff: Now here's a pretty little girl! What's your name?
Girl: (pushes up her glasses blushing slightly, for she is very shy)
I'm Emma. I thank you for the compliment, although I don't wish to be seen as a girl, rather the whole reason I participated in this Survival competitions is because I wanted to show my brother Hal that I'm a woman.
Otacon: You're only 16, E.E., I don't want you to get hurt...
Emma: You care about me? Oh Hal...(breaks into tears, hugging a man with baggy shorts up to his knees and a Gundam Wing T-shirt, who is obviously her brother she had mentioned)
Snake: Ugh. I can't stand mushy scenes...(lights a cigarette)
Jeff: And here we have, um....we have, uh...
Snake: (his voice is gruff, and clearly irritable) IT'S THE LEGENDARY SOLID SNAKE, DUMB ARSE!
(The 43 year old Snake is clad in only the pants of his Sneaking suit, his limbs, face and chest extremely hairy.)
Jeff: Ooooooookay, then. (forces a cheesy smile for the viewers)
(The camera guy follows to another girl, who is clinging onto a young man's arm. The half Japanese, half American man is sporting his typical black Skull suit with light blue armour on his shoulders, knees and elbows. Obviously, the weapons have been taken from him...Jeff can't help but notice that the suit's well—sort of revealing.)
Jeff: What's your name?
Man: Me or Rose? (points to the girl who's holding onto him)
Jeff: That girl's name is Rose?
Man: (sighs) The one and only.
Jeff: (whispers) She must be damn annoying, neh?
Man: Better believe it.
Jeff: So Rose, tell us a bit about yourself.
Rose: (ignores Jeff, and rubs her head against the young man's shoulder) Oooooooh Jackie, this is going to be so romantic....
Jeff: Jack and Rose? (chuckles lightly) Are you two like the couple from Titanic?
Jack: Actually no. She doesn't seem to understand that I don't like her. Anyway...(pulls his arm away) Just call me by my designated code name, Raiden, alright?
Jeff: Okay, Raiden. No offence meant, but may I do something to you?
Raiden: What exactly do you mean, "something"?
Jeff: (stares long into Jack's pale face, and then pokes his chest)
Raiden: ACK! What the hell are you doing?!
Jeff: I was right, you ARE a man...(rubs his chin) Just checking. Sorry about that, don't tell anyone about my fidgety hands.
Camera man: That was caught on tape, and is airing live on televisions across America, you know...
Jeff: O.O Damn. Well, how about you give us some details, Raiden.
Raiden: I'm 19 years old, was a child soldier in the past, um...I'm a mercenary, employed for missions and...
Snake: I told you to FORGET THE DAMN PAST AND START A NEW LIFE!!
Raiden: Shutup, I'm trying to speak! (Scratches his head of straight and long, pale blond hair) Yes, that's about it.
Jeff: Thank you. Moving on, here we have two contestants that are extremely odd. Nonetheless, here's Vamp, and Fatman.
Fatman: (is wearing an enormous white T-shirt, a cap over his hairless head, and tremendous shorts) Laugh and grow fat. (pulls a glass of wine from nowhere and lifts it to his lips)
Jeff: HEY! No outside food or drinks allowed on the set! Erg, I mean, on the island!
Fatman: Don't push it, or I'll bomb you to hell. (tosses the goblet into the sea)
Vamp: I don't worry, I can live without food...(His purple tongue runs across his thin lips) I enjoy the taste of warm blood flowing in my mouth. In fact, that's all I feed on. (hisses)
Jeff: Ugh, disgusting. (shudders, walking over to a man in black armour, who is flexing his tentacle arms) God, what are those?!
Solidus: It's my suit, my arms! Well, no, I have 4 arms in total. Observe. (he flings his tentacles at Raiden, wraps them around his throat and hoists his victim up) So simple.
Raiden: Aaaaaaarghaaah!!! (his hands try to pry the tentacles loose, struggling to breathe)
Jeff: Mr. Sir? (taps Solidus' shoulder)
Solidus: The name's Solidus Snake, perfect clone of Big Boss! (laughs sadistically, continuing to throttle Raiden)
Jeff: (runs a hand through his hair, stressed out) Um, commercial break!
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3 Day 1-Monday
Camera man: 3....2....1...And, we're rolling! (gives thumbs up)
Host: (is wearing a Western-esque hat, and a Hawaiian T-shirt) I'm your host, Jeff Probst, for yet another edition of Survivor! This time, it takes place on the vast, varied landscape of Danger Island! (OOC: This is a real Island, mind you!)
(Camera zooms into the landscape—some areas barren, others heavily forested, with no inhabitants in sight. The searing sun beats down without mercy against the dry land. More to the opposite end of the island, there is a waterfall, and a small stream on the island.)
Jeff: It's is survival of the fittest. Together and individually, our special band of genetically-engineered and/or extra ordinary soldiers of varied ages, and women, must endure the tests of physical and mental strength which this Island has to offer.
(A Kasatka lowers on to the plains nearby, the chopper's blades causing Jeff's hat to blow away. Even through the tinted glass, you can hear bickering and argument among the obscured passengers. Finally, the canopy opens, and 10 people step foreword)
Jeff: Now---the competitors. A very...um, interesting group, indeed.
(Camera faces a young Chinese woman. Her straight black hair is neatly tied into a ponytail, and she has an earpiece with her)
Girl: Hello everyone, my name is Mei Ling. I won't tell you my age...(laughs) that's for YOU to find out.
Jeff: Um, alright. Carrying on then...
(the camera man focuses on an elderly man with hair in a braid, and in a tan-coloured trench coat)
Old man: (his voice is cold and very coarse) If you don't know me already, I'm Revolver Ocelot---better known as Shalashaska to my comrades. (grins) I'm going to enjoy torturing all of you, hehehe.
Jeff: (tries to smile, although he is clearly stunned from the comment) He's just kidding folks! Nothing to worry about.
Ocelot: No I'm not. -.-
Jeff: Now here's a pretty little girl! What's your name?
Girl: (pushes up her glasses blushing slightly, for she is very shy)
I'm Emma. I thank you for the compliment, although I don't wish to be seen as a girl, rather the whole reason I participated in this Survival competitions is because I wanted to show my brother Hal that I'm a woman.
Otacon: You're only 16, E.E., I don't want you to get hurt...
Emma: You care about me? Oh Hal...(breaks into tears, hugging a man with baggy shorts up to his knees and a Gundam Wing T-shirt, who is obviously her brother she had mentioned)
Snake: Ugh. I can't stand mushy scenes...(lights a cigarette)
Jeff: And here we have, um....we have, uh...
Snake: (his voice is gruff, and clearly irritable) IT'S THE LEGENDARY SOLID SNAKE, DUMB ARSE!
(The 43 year old Snake is clad in only the pants of his Sneaking suit, his limbs, face and chest extremely hairy.)
Jeff: Ooooooookay, then. (forces a cheesy smile for the viewers)
(The camera guy follows to another girl, who is clinging onto a young man's arm. The half Japanese, half American man is sporting his typical black Skull suit with light blue armour on his shoulders, knees and elbows. Obviously, the weapons have been taken from him...Jeff can't help but notice that the suit's well—sort of revealing.)
Jeff: What's your name?
Man: Me or Rose? (points to the girl who's holding onto him)
Jeff: That girl's name is Rose?
Man: (sighs) The one and only.
Jeff: (whispers) She must be damn annoying, neh?
Man: Better believe it.
Jeff: So Rose, tell us a bit about yourself.
Rose: (ignores Jeff, and rubs her head against the young man's shoulder) Oooooooh Jackie, this is going to be so romantic....
Jeff: Jack and Rose? (chuckles lightly) Are you two like the couple from Titanic?
Jack: Actually no. She doesn't seem to understand that I don't like her. Anyway...(pulls his arm away) Just call me by my designated code name, Raiden, alright?
Jeff: Okay, Raiden. No offence meant, but may I do something to you?
Raiden: What exactly do you mean, "something"?
Jeff: (stares long into Jack's pale face, and then pokes his chest)
Raiden: ACK! What the hell are you doing?!
Jeff: I was right, you ARE a man...(rubs his chin) Just checking. Sorry about that, don't tell anyone about my fidgety hands.
Camera man: That was caught on tape, and is airing live on televisions across America, you know...
Jeff: O.O Damn. Well, how about you give us some details, Raiden.
Raiden: I'm 19 years old, was a child soldier in the past, um...I'm a mercenary, employed for missions and...
Snake: I told you to FORGET THE DAMN PAST AND START A NEW LIFE!!
Raiden: Shutup, I'm trying to speak! (Scratches his head of straight and long, pale blond hair) Yes, that's about it.
Jeff: Thank you. Moving on, here we have two contestants that are extremely odd. Nonetheless, here's Vamp, and Fatman.
Fatman: (is wearing an enormous white T-shirt, a cap over his hairless head, and tremendous shorts) Laugh and grow fat. (pulls a glass of wine from nowhere and lifts it to his lips)
Jeff: HEY! No outside food or drinks allowed on the set! Erg, I mean, on the island!
Fatman: Don't push it, or I'll bomb you to hell. (tosses the goblet into the sea)
Vamp: I don't worry, I can live without food...(His purple tongue runs across his thin lips) I enjoy the taste of warm blood flowing in my mouth. In fact, that's all I feed on. (hisses)
Jeff: Ugh, disgusting. (shudders, walking over to a man in black armour, who is flexing his tentacle arms) God, what are those?!
Solidus: It's my suit, my arms! Well, no, I have 4 arms in total. Observe. (he flings his tentacles at Raiden, wraps them around his throat and hoists his victim up) So simple.
Raiden: Aaaaaaarghaaah!!! (his hands try to pry the tentacles loose, struggling to breathe)
Jeff: Mr. Sir? (taps Solidus' shoulder)
Solidus: The name's Solidus Snake, perfect clone of Big Boss! (laughs sadistically, continuing to throttle Raiden)
Jeff: (runs a hand through his hair, stressed out) Um, commercial break!