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*BEEEEEP*

[OOC: You've reached Snake's voicemail. Leave him a message, IC or OOC.]

Got something to say about the way I play Snake?

Feel free to leave me any sort of comment, question, concern, critique, etc. Everything is screened and anonymous commenting is on so nobody has to know what you've been saying about me.

( There's a small wall of text so I put it behind this cut :D )

( If I leave here tomorrow // Would you still remember me? )

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He opens his eyes slowly, staring up at the ceiling blankly as every last vivid detail of the dream rushes through his mind once more. He left. He wasn't supposed to see her again. She was better off without him.

"..."

( Squeaky sand? In MY desert? It's a lot more likely than you think. )

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[Snake rolls over and covers his face with a hand] What the hell...

( Happy Father's Day, Big Boss. )

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As the dream ends, Snake can be seen carrying out his last action. "LIQUID!" Yet with no target for his fist to connect with, it only results in him losing balance and falling off the couch he slept on as a result of the momentum.

The faceplant upon coming into contact with the ground serves to remind the soldier that he's awake now. He groans.

"Son of a bitch..."

His mind elsewhere, Snake walks at a leisurely pace between the carefully plotted rows of stone. It's autumn; the Virginia wind seeps through his tuxedo with ease, though he doesn't seem to mind. It's nothing compared to Alaska. It's nothing he can't handle.

Ornithogalum petals are swept up in the breeze. They dance through the air.

With the life he's been leading, Snake never really has time to stop and smell the roses. Naturally, he doesn't think twice about the white flowers. He has no way of knowing they should only blossom from March to June... nor would he care to find out. Watching them fly is only a distraction as he approaches his destination. The graveyard is silent.

He arrives at last.

It's a plain grave, just like any other. A rectangle slightly rounded at the top, no special color, no extraneous decorations, nothing to show off just who the man represented by the tombstone was. Snake doesn't have to read the words to know this is the one.

Even the dead have ears. Snake remains silent.

A light rustle of fabric is the only sound heard aside from tree branches rustling in the wind. His expression blank, Snake brings a hand up to salute as his eyes make their way down to read the words on the tombstone.

A hero, forever loyal to the flames of war, rests in Outer Heaven
193X - 1999

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*Snake opens his eyes and blinks a few times to regain focus. The look on his face changes from concern, to nothing, to determination. Rose was right. He needs to tell Big Boss the truth.*

I've decided to start using R1 and R2 in subject lines with Snake.

Metal Gear Solid 2 came with this neat feature that let you press R1 or R2 when people were talking to Snake or Raiden, and that way you could hear their thoughts. R1 is positive thoughts (or as positive as they get), and R2 is negative thoughts. Here is an example of it in action.

Can your character tell what Snake is thinking? No. Unless they can read minds.

So why do it at all? Think of it as the (Ace Attorney thoughts in colored parentheses.) It's just there for fun, and for you to OOCly to know what Snake is thinking.

( SNAKE IS OLD AND EVERYONE DIES. Oops. )

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*Snake awakes with a scream this time.*

( Old Snake is oooooooooooooooold :( )

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*Snake did come back to the courthouse after visiting Naomi... but instead of going inside and having to deal with Raiden and Otacon, he claimed a spot on the roof. He awakes after the dream, cold, tired, and still just as bothered by the news as he was when Naomi first told him.

He just lies there, not even bothering to get up.*

( Mmm Meryl // Public )

*eyes snap open*

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*reaches for his cigarettes*

( Big Boss is the WORST DAD EVER. Public. )

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...Hm.

*Rolls to his other side lazily. If he's bothered by the dream, it doesn't show.*

( THAT'S IT! I HAVE HAD IT WITH THESE MOTHERFUCKING SNAKES ON THIS MOTHERFUCKING PLANE! )

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*Wakes up, partially disoriented, mostly grumpy*

Ugh...

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Gotta delete that damn song from my iPod.

Snake trudged through the heavy Alaskan snowstorm. Any normal person in their right mind would never think of stepping foot outside in weather like this, but Snake wasn't normal, and the state of his mind was arguable.

It was almost Christmas, and he wasn't coming back home empty-handed. He clutched the paper bag in his arms tightly, eager to see the look on his best friends' faces once they saw what he bought. It was rare that he'd do something like this, but Snake really did love them. A smile threatened to make its way onto his face as he was lost in his thoughts.

Snake opened the door and dropped the bag of dog treats he was holding.

The bodies of countless Alaskan Huskies were covering the floor. He instantly kneeled down to check the pulse of the closest dog.

Dead.

He checked a second. And a third. And a fourth. Snake continued this until it was evident that there were no survivors.

"Hey, there you are!" Otacon announced cheerfully, emerging from the kitchen with a tray of burnt cookies. "I gave the dogs Chocolate Pocky, and I think they really liked it! But it made them all sleepy... isn't that funny? It's just like that one Japanese anime I saw where--"

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...ugh.

( Run, run, run as fast as you can... )

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*Opens his eyes, gasping harshly as though he had really been running all this time*

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*After taking a few moments to calm his breathing, Snake looks around. This is obviously not where he fell asleep. He immediately uses his Codec to call for help.*