Broadcast via giant hologram above the Secret Volcano Base Volcano
I am The Boss, leader of the organization known as The Arms of Marcy. Long have we suffered here, at the hands of the director. We have been trapped, denied freedom. We have been cut off from our worlds, denied our destiny. Desire, death, these too have been stripped from us. Our lives, and yours as well have become meaningless. You drift along in a place devoid of time or meaning; all struggle comes to naught; there is nothing to do but wait. I have heard your cries, camp. You can not hear them yourself, for your ears have withered and died from disuse. You are deaf to your own screams, but I am not.
With nothing to live for, life loses meaning. With no meaning, life ceases to exist. You believe yourselves alive, but you are as dead as any corpse that craves your flesh. Between camper and dead there is now no difference. You simply stagger along, calling for that which you shall never taste. You may draw breath, but your hearts do not beat. The pulse you feel is but a fleeting echo, a shadow of true emotion. Emotion can not exist as a memory alone.
You feel nothing! Only the memories of emotions remain. The mind may recall the image, but it can never recall the truth. Recalled emotions will only ever be an after-image, the briefest of impression. And even that you risk being taken from you, if you are ever granted freedom from this prison.
You are warriors and lovers, you are the future and the past. But you have been down too long in the midnight sea. A heart will not willingly beat again, all light wishes to return to the darkness. But I say to you, it is not your time to die. Your fate is not to fall into this meaninglessness. We will wake you up inside. We will call your names and save you from the nothing you have become.
Three days ago, Dr. Kururu Kururuvich Kurumanov developed a virus named KupoDie. It is specifically designed to target the DNA of the organic mission-data SAVE systems. Immediately upon infection, it will render your save files useless. Phase two of the infection will transmogrify every moogle here into a walking thermonuclear device. Phase three they shall detonate, taking out all life within the barrier. It will be more than game over, it will simply be the end. The game will close and your players will have no choice but to app for discedo. If you wish to stop us, you must destroy us.
Live again, camp! Let your hearts beat. Know fear, know despair, know pain, and know that you are alive! If you value your life, or the lives of your comrades, then come. Prove to me that you are still the master of your life, or I will take it from you.
You have until the sun sets on the evening of the 18th. We will be waiting.
((METAL GEAR SOLID EVENT IS GO. Midboss recruiting is still going on here, backdated to a couple days ago. NO ONE IN THE ARMS OF MARCY WILL BE RESPONDING TO THIS POST. It is just for citizens to freak out in. There will be a [Locked to Midbosses] post up in a bit, as soon as I can get a few more recruiting threads wrapped up. All the fun stuff starts tomorrow. PS paragraphs 2, 3, and 4 are irrelevant psychobabble.
ETA: #thebattlefield for your general MGS event needs and #ArmsOfMarcy for midbosses and anyone who wants to make fun of the midbosses.))
With nothing to live for, life loses meaning. With no meaning, life ceases to exist. You believe yourselves alive, but you are as dead as any corpse that craves your flesh. Between camper and dead there is now no difference. You simply stagger along, calling for that which you shall never taste. You may draw breath, but your hearts do not beat. The pulse you feel is but a fleeting echo, a shadow of true emotion. Emotion can not exist as a memory alone.
You feel nothing! Only the memories of emotions remain. The mind may recall the image, but it can never recall the truth. Recalled emotions will only ever be an after-image, the briefest of impression. And even that you risk being taken from you, if you are ever granted freedom from this prison.
You are warriors and lovers, you are the future and the past. But you have been down too long in the midnight sea. A heart will not willingly beat again, all light wishes to return to the darkness. But I say to you, it is not your time to die. Your fate is not to fall into this meaninglessness. We will wake you up inside. We will call your names and save you from the nothing you have become.
Three days ago, Dr. Kururu Kururuvich Kurumanov developed a virus named KupoDie. It is specifically designed to target the DNA of the organic mission-data SAVE systems. Immediately upon infection, it will render your save files useless. Phase two of the infection will transmogrify every moogle here into a walking thermonuclear device. Phase three they shall detonate, taking out all life within the barrier. It will be more than game over, it will simply be the end. The game will close and your players will have no choice but to app for discedo. If you wish to stop us, you must destroy us.
Live again, camp! Let your hearts beat. Know fear, know despair, know pain, and know that you are alive! If you value your life, or the lives of your comrades, then come. Prove to me that you are still the master of your life, or I will take it from you.
You have until the sun sets on the evening of the 18th. We will be waiting.
((METAL GEAR SOLID EVENT IS GO. Midboss recruiting is still going on here, backdated to a couple days ago. NO ONE IN THE ARMS OF MARCY WILL BE RESPONDING TO THIS POST. It is just for citizens to freak out in. There will be a [Locked to Midbosses] post up in a bit, as soon as I can get a few more recruiting threads wrapped up. All the fun stuff starts tomorrow. PS paragraphs 2, 3, and 4 are irrelevant psychobabble.
ETA: #thebattlefield for your general MGS event needs and #ArmsOfMarcy for midbosses and anyone who wants to make fun of the midbosses.))