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the world is better off without snakes
Who: Old Snake and Liquid Snake
Where: Deep in Ilex Forest...
When: Early Morning
Summary: Old Snake has left his Pokemon behind in the Azalea Center and has gone out to kill himself... But one man won't make that so easy for him.
Rating: PG-13 (STC) Violent themes, fighting, arguing
Log:
Stepping through the dark woods of Ilex Forest, Snake was careful to not step on the fallen branches that would alert any to his presence. He'd left his Pokemon Team at the Pokemon Center, in a box labeled 'Emmerich'. Today was the day... That he'd vanish from this world. He didn't really want to, but this had already been decided for him by the FOXDIE flowing in his veins. Better to die than to become a living weapon... Without any of his own will.
Stepping into a small clearing, there was a little pond nearby. Kneeling down next to it with a grunt, the old soldier opened his inventory and took out a knife... It had been dull before, but he'd managed to sharpen it with Solid's help. Snake had been using it to help with camping... Without any other weapons on him, Snake definitely didn't want one of his Pokemon to have to kill him.
This was his mission, and his alone. He wouldn't burden anyone else with it.
Closing his eyes and trembling a bit, Snake began to lift the knife towards his throat, hands shaking somewhat. He swallowed hard, his adam's apple bouncing as he does so. Briefly, he thinks about his friends, his family... Those that he cares most for. This was really the end, huh...
Good-bye.
Where: Deep in Ilex Forest...
When: Early Morning
Summary: Old Snake has left his Pokemon behind in the Azalea Center and has gone out to kill himself... But one man won't make that so easy for him.
Rating: PG-13 (STC) Violent themes, fighting, arguing
Log:
Stepping through the dark woods of Ilex Forest, Snake was careful to not step on the fallen branches that would alert any to his presence. He'd left his Pokemon Team at the Pokemon Center, in a box labeled 'Emmerich'. Today was the day... That he'd vanish from this world. He didn't really want to, but this had already been decided for him by the FOXDIE flowing in his veins. Better to die than to become a living weapon... Without any of his own will.
Stepping into a small clearing, there was a little pond nearby. Kneeling down next to it with a grunt, the old soldier opened his inventory and took out a knife... It had been dull before, but he'd managed to sharpen it with Solid's help. Snake had been using it to help with camping... Without any other weapons on him, Snake definitely didn't want one of his Pokemon to have to kill him.
This was his mission, and his alone. He wouldn't burden anyone else with it.
Closing his eyes and trembling a bit, Snake began to lift the knife towards his throat, hands shaking somewhat. He swallowed hard, his adam's apple bouncing as he does so. Briefly, he thinks about his friends, his family... Those that he cares most for. This was really the end, huh...
Good-bye.
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Brb, being unconscious.
END?
He couldn't be sure if anything, but so far, no one's died around him. Things got awkward with Otacon some time ago... But they seemed fine now. He'd gotten along amiably with Heather, had some time to meet some other people over the network, teased a boy about bears, taught Heather how to use the cardboard box... He'd even caught himself an Onix.
Placing the knife into his inventory, the old soldier stood up, patting his back somewhat. He couldn't die yet, there was too much he liked in this world. He had a team that he could train and work with, new friends to talk to...
And as long as Liquid was around, Snake knew he couldn't afford to just disappear. Otacon's Stockholm Syndrome or not, Snake knew he should stick around to protect those close to him.
... Could always scare Liquid by threatening to give him another heart attack...
For now, however, Snake knew what he had to do. He'd been lying low recently, but now it was time to go and reclaim his Pokemon. He wasn't sure if Otacon had picked them up from the Center or not, but he might as well check.
Besides, he needed to check in.