Metal Gear Solid 3: Return to Shadow Moses
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Prologue
The man in the tattered coat stands in a room of shadows, bathed in light. No, that is wrong: the figure is not illuminated by the light, but rather is light incarnate, light folded and curved in on itself in a holographic replica of its originator. The man speaks to the dimly lit room, knowing that the holographic image of him is being broadcasted all around the world.
"You know me." Says the shining figure, pausing to take a drag on his cigarette. "You've seen my face on the News, Websites, and so on, and you've read the reports about me dying and being a terrorist."
The recording presents him has a small mannequin, but he looks as if in real life he would be of normal height and proportions, if a little lanky. His shoulders slope slightly from exhaustion and age. His brown hair is spattered with lighter striations of gray. His face is worn, but recognizable. It remains a well-known face, a fearful face, a face known world wide, even in these war-torn days.
The figure takes another long pull on his cigarette, and his head is bathed in smoke, then the smoke clears. You may have read the reports about my days in Foxhound, on Shadow Moses, the Tanker incident, and many other activities around the world. Some of these reports were true, some were half true and half lie, hell even some were all lie.
The figure pauses, drawing itself up to its full height. He looks around, his sightless eyes sweeping the darkened room. He looks into the core of his audience's soul.
"I'm best known has Solid Snake. I'm an ex-member of Foxhound, working solo. I am here to tell you what happened when I returned to Shadow Moses. Call this my most important mission ever, perhaps my final mission. I'm here to tell you the whole truth and nothing but it."
Disclaimer: I own nothing so don't sue me.
Prologue
The man in the tattered coat stands in a room of shadows, bathed in light. No, that is wrong: the figure is not illuminated by the light, but rather is light incarnate, light folded and curved in on itself in a holographic replica of its originator. The man speaks to the dimly lit room, knowing that the holographic image of him is being broadcasted all around the world.
"You know me." Says the shining figure, pausing to take a drag on his cigarette. "You've seen my face on the News, Websites, and so on, and you've read the reports about me dying and being a terrorist."
The recording presents him has a small mannequin, but he looks as if in real life he would be of normal height and proportions, if a little lanky. His shoulders slope slightly from exhaustion and age. His brown hair is spattered with lighter striations of gray. His face is worn, but recognizable. It remains a well-known face, a fearful face, a face known world wide, even in these war-torn days.
The figure takes another long pull on his cigarette, and his head is bathed in smoke, then the smoke clears. You may have read the reports about my days in Foxhound, on Shadow Moses, the Tanker incident, and many other activities around the world. Some of these reports were true, some were half true and half lie, hell even some were all lie.
The figure pauses, drawing itself up to its full height. He looks around, his sightless eyes sweeping the darkened room. He looks into the core of his audience's soul.
"I'm best known has Solid Snake. I'm an ex-member of Foxhound, working solo. I am here to tell you what happened when I returned to Shadow Moses. Call this my most important mission ever, perhaps my final mission. I'm here to tell you the whole truth and nothing but it."