(no subject)

[secretjailbait.livejournal.com]

[On a bench in the lobby, there is a clone. He's been quiet and thinking ever since he's arrived here, trying to figure out if this is a hallucination or not. He sighs when he comes up with his decision.]

Okay, somebody put gunpowder in my food during lunch. Whoever did that is going to pay.

Numbers are Evil

[foxcommander.livejournal.com]

( MGS4 Spoilers Like Woah )

(no subject)

[oldbox.livejournal.com]

( MGS4 SPOILERS LIKE YOU WOULDN'T BELIVE )

.......?

[shota-boy-unit.livejournal.com]

[There's a slightly confused looking 10-year-old boy standing in the middle of the hall. There's blood on his uniform and a blank, dark expression on his face...

....Also, he's holding an AK.

Approach?]

Oh, HELL no.

[legendarysolid.livejournal.com]

[This Snake opens a curious door on the 4th floor and immediately wishes he didn't. It opens up into the tanker. Yes, THAT tanker. He turns around to leave, only to find himself transported back into the room every time he tries. Furthermore... he's back in his sneaking suit with all the equipment from that mission. There are also NPC guards.]

[muttergrumblebitch]

[After awhile -- he takes care of all the guards(non-lethal) and decides to try to make the most of it. He sets himself up in the crew's lounge, plenty of food there for the time being and booze. Periodicly he wanders around and re-tranqing the guards. ]

((ooc: Tanker!Snake is stuck here in the tanker until he deals with his lingering issues about the incident... Feel free to bug him or help him to leave.))

(no subject)

[shirtlessinak.livejournal.com]

[Have a pissed off Liquid Snake storming towards the entrance to Liquid Ocelot's base on the 13th floor. He stops in front of the door and stares at it.]

You and I need to have a talk, Liquid Ocelot!

((locked to liquidocelot and his allies.))

(no subject)

[ratpt01-meryl.livejournal.com]

( MGS4 SPOILERS IN HERE )

(no subject)

[foxhoundmantis.livejournal.com]

[Mantis has been going up. And up. And up. 16-odd floors later, he's found the roof.  And this far away from the roiling masses, his mind is quiet.  It's kind of...nice.]

Hmmm.

[Mantis floats over to the edge of the roof and stares down for a moment, absentmindedly humming something classical. He pulls out a scrap of paper and studies it:



Let him enjoy his peace and quiet?]