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How to Change Voice Language on Metal Gear Solid 5 UPDATED

How to Change Voice Language on Metal Gear Solid 5

Metal Gear is a serial of action-adventure stealth video games by Konami Computer Entertainment centered around Solid Snake, a soldier in the high tech elite special forces task force FOXHOUND, as he attempts to infiltrate and diffuse politically sensitive crisis situations undetected and neutralize the non-country actors involved to foreclose a global catastrophe.

Metal Gear (1987) [edit]

  • Big Dominate: Solid Snake! I've been expecting you... I am the supreme commander of the FOXHOUND unit... And... The leader of the fortress of Outer Heaven, Big Dominate! I gave this mission to you, a rookie, thinking I could employ you to fool the residual of the world... But you were too skillful. You went also far! Solid Snake! I'one thousand not going downwardly lonely. I'thousand taking you with me! Prepare to dice!
  • Solid Snake: This is Solid Ophidian... Metal Gear has been destroyed. Operation Intrude N313 was a success! No big deal, the job is done, that's all... No big deal... I'm coming dorsum now... OVER
  • Large Boss: ...can you hear me? Solid Snake... I'm not dead... Someday, I'll get fifty-fifty with you. Someday... we volition meet once again!

Serpent's Revenge (1990) [edit]

  • [Intro text]
    Lt. Serpent, we received data from our intelligence human at the enemy's base. They have a weapon. Is information technology Metal Gear, which you lot destroyed 3 years agone? Go to the enemy base with 2 men. The pilot knows the road.
  • Large Boss: You destroyed Metal Gear 1 and made me a cyborg. Now I want revenge.

Metal Gear two: Solid Serpent (1990) [edit]

  • Big Dominate: The nightmares? They never go away, Snake. Once you've been on the battlefield, tasted the exhilaration, the tension... it all becomes part of you lot. In one case you lot've awakened the warrior inside... it never sleeps once more. Y'all crave ever bigger tensions, ever bigger thrills. Equally a mercenary, I'd think y'all would have realized that by now. You care nothing for power, or coin, or even sex. The simply thing that satisfies your cravings is war! All I've done is give you a identify for it. I've given you a reason to alive.

Metal Gear Solid (1998) [edit]

You lot're a natural-born soldier. You're not the grow old gracefully type. Same for all of united states who've seen real action. The only place we can feel truly alive is on the battlefield. I'grand a soldier too. I know those feelings of powerlessness, frustration that you lot feel every day. You've tried to play the boy sentinel out in that location in Alaska, simply you can't race dogs in the snowfall forever. Why don't you come back to u.s.a. and be a soldier again.

Since they all went through the same gene therapy, they probably felt closer than brothers. They see the unit equally their only family.

Heed, Meryl. Everybody feels ill the commencement time they kill someone. Unfortunately, killing is one of those things that gets easier the more you practise it. In a war, all of mankind'southward worst emotions, worst traits come out. It'southward like shooting fish in a barrel to forget what a sin is in the middle of a battlefield.

And each listen that I peered into was stuffed with the same single object of obsession. That selfish and atavistic desire to pass on ane'south seed... information technology was plenty to brand me ill. Every living affair on this planet exists to mindlessly pass on their DNA. We're designed that mode. And that's why there is war. But you... you are different... You're the aforementioned equally u.s.a.. We have no past, no future. We alive in the moment. That'southward our only purpose. Humans weren't designed to bring each other happiness. From the moment we're thrown into this world, we're blighted to bring each other nothing but pain and misery.

It is nothing so niggling equally revenge. A fight to the death with you. Only in that can my soul find respite. I will impale you lot or y'all will kill me... it makes no difference.

Didn't you know that two-thirds of the world'southward greatest assassins are women? Do you desire to dice now? Or after your female friend? Which volition it be?

Nosotros're going to play a game, Snake. And we'll find out what kind of man you really are. When the hurting becomes too great to behave simply surrender and your suffering volition finish. Just if y'all practice, the girl'due south life is mine.

The Raven has put the mark of expiry upon you lot. Blood from the due east flows inside your veins. Ah... your ancestors too were raised on the barren plains of Mongolia. Inuit and Japanese are cousins to each other... We share many ancestors, yous and I...

The surreptitious backside the new nuclear weapon! Just every bit I thought, the nuclear warhead is designed to be fired from the rails gun, like a projectile... It doesn't use fuel and so it isn't considered a missile. That way it can get effectually all sorts of international treaties.

It was his dying wish! When he was young, during the Cold War, the world needed men like us. We were valued then. Nosotros were desired. But things... are different now. With all the liars and hypocrites running the world, war isn't what it used to be... We're losing our place in a world that no longer needs us. A globe that now spurns our very being. You should know that also as I do. After I launch this weapon and get our billion dollars, we'll be able to bring chaos and honor... back to this world gone soft. Conflict will breed conflict, new hatreds will arise. Then! ...nosotros'll steadily expand our sphere of influence.

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Thanks to father's DNA, they were able to identify more than than threescore 'soldier genes' responsible for everything from strategic thinking... to the proverbial 'killer instinct'. Those 'soldier genes' were transplanted, into the membrane of Next-Generation Special Forces. That'south how they became the Genome Soldiers. That's right... The Genome Soldiers that you've been killing are our brothers, with the same genes as ours.

Each person is born with their fate written into their ain genetic lawmaking... it's unchangeable, immutable... Only that'south not all at that place is to life. I finally realized that. I told you before. The reason that I was interested in genes and Dna. Because I wanted to know who I was... where I came from. I thought that if I analyzed my Dna I could notice out who I was, who my parents were. And I thought that if I knew that, so I'd know what path I should take in life.

Naomi Hunter: Genes exist to pass downwards our hopes and dreams for the future through our children. Living is a link to the hereafter. That'southward how all life works. Loving each other, teaching each other... that's how we can alter the world. I finally realized information technology. The true meaning of life...
Gray Fob / Frank Jaeger: We're not tools of the regime or anyone else! Fighting was the merely thing... the only thing I was good at, only... At least I always fought for what I believed in...
Otacon / Hal Emmerich: The whole reason I got into scientific discipline in the offset place was that I was no good with people. I was scared of them. I was scared of life. I thought that I could never understand them because they're so illogical. Only I've finally learned how to like people. I'm not afraid anymore.

About Metal Gear Solid [edit]

  • I was making games like Policenauts, and I heard rumors about a panel on which polygons could be created in existent-time. This actually grabbed my attending, since one of the major attractions of games is the sensation of activity, and I was intrigued to meet what I could achieve with those polygons. Metal Gear is a hibernate-and-seek game and the thought of doing this while adding a camera that could change position really excited me. So I stopped making script-based games and went back to asking for favors from programmers for this 3D globe.
  • Hideo Kojima "Hideo Kojima Reflects on 25 Years of Metallic Gear" Lorenzo Grajales, Playstation.weblog

Metal Gear Solid 2: Sons of Liberty (2001) [edit]

Solid Snake: Life isn't only about passing on your genes. We tin leave behind much more than just Dna. Through oral communication, music, literature, and movies... what we've seen, heard, felt... anger, joy, and sorrow... these are the things I will pass on. That's what I live for. We need to pass the torch, and let our children read our messy and sad history past its light. We have all the magic of the digital historic period to do that with. The man race volition probably come to an end one-time, and new species may rule over this planet. Earth may not be forever, but nosotros still have the responsibility to leave what traces of life we can. Building the time to come and keeping the past live are one and the aforementioned thing.
Solidus Serpent/George Sears: Jack, listen to me. We're all built-in with an expiration appointment. No one lasts forever. Life is nothing but a grace period for turning the best of our genetic material into the next generation. The data of life is transferred from parent to child. That's how it works. But we have no heirs, no legacy. We brothers are called Les Enfants Terribles. Cloned from our father, with the ability to reproduce conveniently engineered out. What is our legacy if we cannot pass the torch? Proof of our beingness - a mark of some sort. When the torch is passed on from parent to kid... it extends across DNA; information is imparted as well. All I desire is to exist remembered. Past other people, by history. The Patriots are trying to protect their power, their ain interests, past controlling the digital flow of information. I desire my memory, my being to remain. Unlike an intron of history, I will exist remembered equally an exon. That will exist my legacy, my mark on history. But the Patriots would deny us even that. I will triumph over the Patriots, and liberate the states all. And we will become the "Sons of Freedom"!
Otacon: Snake, yous at that place? It'south me. I've finished going over that disc.
Snake: Did y'all find the Patriots' list?
Otacon: Of course. It contains the personal data of 12 people. There was a name on it—Snake, it was ane of our biggest contributors.
Serpent: What'south going on effectually here?
Otacon: I don't know...
Snake: ...Anyway, where are they?
Otacon: Well, we were right almost them existence on Manhattan, but...
Serpent: Merely what?
Otacon: They're already dead. All 12 of them.
Snake: When did it happen?
Otacon: Well, ah... about a hundred years agone.
Serpent: What the hell...

Near Metal Gear Solid 2: Sons of Liberty [edit]

  • Metal Gear Solid sold well throughout the world; it was a great success. When I heard about the hardware for the PlayStation 2, I wanted to try something new. Upwards to that point, all cutscenes had focused more on details like facial expressions, only I wanted to pay more than attention to the surroundings, to run into how much I could change them in existent-time. Current games like Telephone call of Duty have followed this trend of making your surroundings more than realistic.
  • Hideo Kojima "Hideo Kojima Reflects on 25 Years of Metal Gear" Lorenzo Grajales, Playstation.blog

Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater (2004) [edit]

The Boss: What about you, Jack? What's it going to be? Loyalty to your state, or loyalty to me? Your country, or your onetime mentor? The mission, or your beliefs? Your duty to your unit, or your personal feelings? Y'all don't know the truth yet. Only sooner or later you lot'll have to choose.
[EVA explains herself in audiotape to Snake]
EVA: Snake, listen to me. She didn't betray the Usa. No, far from it. She was a hero who died for her state. She carried out her mission knowing total well what was going to happen. Self-sacrifice... considering that was her duty.
[Snake is being honored at the White House]
Lyndon B. Johnson: You are in a higher place even the Dominate... I hereby award you lot the title of Large Dominate. Yous are a truthful patriot. [Ophidian walks out, past army officials and his team, without fanfare]
Unnamed bureaucrat: You know, nosotros could apply an infiltration unit like FOX in the army. Someone like him to handle our top-secret sneaking missions for us: a man who combines the qualities of a soldier and an agent.
EVA: The Boss' defection was a ruse fix up past the Us authorities. Information technology was all a large drama staged by Washington and so they could get their hands on the Philosopher's Legacy, and the Dominate was the star of the show. They planned it so that they could get the Legacy that Colonel Volgin inherited and destroy the Shagohod at the same time. Just a legendary hero similar The Boss could accept earned Volgin'south trust. Finding out where the Philosopher'southward Legacy was hidden was to be her greatest mission. Everything was going according to plan... but and so something happened that no 1 could have predicted. Colonel Volgin fired an American-made nuclear warhead at Sokolov'due south research facility. Khrushchev demanded that the US government provide proof that it wasn't involved. They couldn't only abort the operation to steal the Legacy, so the performance itself was greatly expanded and revised. The authorities in Washington knew that in order to prove its innocence they'd have to go rid of The Boss and that one of their own would take to do the chore. The public couldn't exist allowed to observe out near it, not ever. This, they concluded, would be the all-time fashion to keep the whole matter nether wraps. The Boss wouldn't be allowed to come dorsum home alive. And she wouldn't be allowed to kill herself. Her life would be concluded by her most honey disciple... that was the manner the government wanted it. That was the mission she was given. And she had no choice just to carry information technology out... her death at your hands was a duty she had to fulfill. Out of duty, she turned her dorsum on her own comrades. A lesser woman would have been crushed past such a burden. [Snake walks through a cemetery with a bunch of flowers] The taint of disgrace will follow her to her grave. Future generations will revile her: In America, equally a despicable traitor with no sense of honour; and in Russian federation, as a monster who unleashed a nuclear catastrophe. She will go down in official history every bit a war criminal, and no 1 will ever sympathise her... that was her final mission. And like a true soldier, she saw information technology through the finish. Merely I think she wanted yous, of all people to know the truth. She wanted to alive on in your retentiveness. Not equally a soldier, but equally a woman. But... she was forbidden to tell you lot herself. And that's why she told me. [Snake puts his flowers and the Patriot past a headstone marked "In memory of a patriot who saved the world: 192?-1964"] Snake, history will never know what she did. No one will e'er learn the truth. Her story, her debriefing... volition endure simply in your eye. [tearfully] Everything she did, she did for her country. She sacrificed her life and her honor for her native land. She was a real hero. She was a true patriot. [A tearful Serpent salutes the headstone].
[Snake is wandering upstream while the mangrove forest is ablaze. It suddenly begins to rain dousing the fire. A human being appears from the h2o.]
Snake: Are you ane of The Cobras?!
The Sorrow: Lamentable. So lamentable...A host of sorrows. And you are ane of them. [The human pulls back his hood] I am The Sorrow. Like you, I am too filled with sadness. This world is 1 of sadness... Boxing brings decease. Expiry brings sorrow. The living...may not hear them. Their voices may autumn upon deaf ears. Only, make no mistake. The expressionless are not silent. Now y'all'll know the sorrow of those whose lives y'all take ended. [His eye begins to bleed and his glasses shatter]
[Subsequently the near-death experience a flashback of a conversation can be heard.]
The Sorrow: Dominate, you accept to shoot me.
The Boss: I can't!
The Sorrow: Shoot me! You lot desire to finish your mission, don't you? Then...you'll accept to shoot me. The Spirit of the warrior...will ever be with you. Don't exist sad...we'll meet once more anytime. [The Boss reluctantly shoots and kills The Sorrow.]

Virtually Metallic Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater [edit]

  • It'due south not actually how I was inspired or influenced. We as video game creators and video game fans desire to experience jungle battle, fighting in the jungle, and field boxing. We've done enough with the CQB (Close Quarters Battle), we're taking this direction that everyone wants to experience.
Game creators all over the world take tried creating jungles and throwing jungles in their games, but it hasn't worked. This time we are trying to pause through that, nosotros are trying to overcome that. Because in video games when you try to create a jungle or woods there is so much vegetation it's actually difficult to do because of hardware limitations. That's something we are trying to overcome. That'due south why we are coming upwardly with a new engine for the game and hopefully, nosotros tin accomplish information technology.
  • Hideo Kojima, GameSpot [citation needed]
  • I decided that MGS3 should exist well-nigh survival, and I started thinking virtually how survival would piece of work in the game. The game takes place in the '60s, and if the game was going to be about survival, I decided it had better have place in the jungle.
  • What we did to create the experimental surround was that we went to islands similar Yakushima, Amami Oshima, and fifty-fifty places in Canada. These are places with a lot of vegetation, similar Japanese jungles. (Well, obviously not Canada.) Based on our enquiry, we created this fictional jungle forest to run into if it worked.
  • Mr. Mori taught how camouflage works in the wilderness, and he showed us CQC techniques. He showed us how the people really would fight against each other. He also taught us the technique of stalking, which is very tedious. You don't brand any sounds.
  • Hideo Kojima in "Hideo Kojima discusses the development of Metal Gear Solid iii", past Tom Bramwell, Eurogamer, (14/04/2004).

Metal Gear Acid (2004) [edit]

  • Hans: [to Ophidian] Are you familiar with the term "doppelganger"? Anybody has two personalities in them. Ane of them a persona for everyday public life, and the other the exact opposite. The personality lurking in one's subconscious is referred to as the "Shadow" in psychological terms. The Shadow negates its symmetrical contrary, the "Light" persona, and in some cases grows to the same level. If it manages to abound large plenty, it takes on its own shape, separates from the torso, and tin walk around on its own. And that, my friend, is why we're both here.
  • La Clown: If I dice here, it ways I'm not the hero. The hero is supposed to survive to the end. And so... I guess that makes me the villain. The villain is always supposed to take the hero's side right before dying.
  • Alice: The Children of Hamelin looked up to yous as a hero. You were a man created by those in ability and performed mighty works for them. The Legendary Hero -- Solid Ophidian. That's what we were always taught. [...] Our pledge was, "May me anytime exist nifty like the honorable and mighty Snake."

Metallic Gear Acid ii (2005) [edit]

  • Lucy: You're a cloned soldier -- patterned after the legendary Solid Snake. We recovered his body from Lobito Island and created you lot through a fusion of his cells and our data. Yous were our Model 3, Snake.
  • Venus: Don't worry nigh Snake. He's been to hell and back. He's a survivor, you know. E'er has been, ever will be.
    Takiyama: ...
    Venus: He'll be just fine. I'1000 always right almost these things.
  • Dalton: What do you plan to do once your wounds heal upward? Got whatever ideas?
    Snake: No plans. Just a personal goal.
    Dalton: And what would that be?
    Snake: To keep on living. All this fourth dimension, I've been searching for my past. And now I know that I don't accept one. I was manufactured in a lab. I'k not even a real human being. I've got no past, and might non have much of a futurity. Nada. But I'm alive. I was made to be a weapon. And I don't accept squat to my name. Just... every bit long as at that place'due south air in my lungs and blood in my veins, I'm gonna live. Correct?
    Dalton: You're half correct. You're way off about having nada, though.

Metal Gear Solid: Portable Ops (2006) [edit]

Naked Snake/Big Boss: It was four years agone, in Mozambique. There was a child soldier fighting with a guerrilla group in the struggle for independence. He killed dozens of authorities soldiers with merely a single pocketknife. He'd throw the enemy off guard with the innocent frankness of a young male child. Then he'd prey on them with the cold cruelty of a hunter. He spoke a little German language so his enemies called him, "Frank Jaeger"... the frank hunter.
[Gene addresses soldiers]
Gene: Soldiers, hear my words! The Cold State of war volition presently be over. The Us and the Soviet Marriage no longer accept the strength or dominance to shape the globe as they seem fit. Fifty-fifty equally America sinks deeper into the quagmire of the Vietnam State of war, her allies in the W have accomplished tremendous economic growth. And with the collapse of its planned economy, Russian federation tin no longer keep up with the financial demands of her vast army. But the cease of the Cold War does non hateful that peace will follow. Freed from the domination of the globe's superpowers, nationalism will soon exist the driving force behind global politics. And the ever-widening gap between rich and poor will fan the flames of hatred between nations. Nuclear weapons volition skid from the superpowers' grasp and spread throughout the world. Soon no 1 volition know when or where the nukes will come from. Today'due south ally may be tomorrow's biting enemy. Or worse: the fourth dimension may come when soldiers of the same land will kill their brothers, just like you are now. Who of you can say that tomorrow you won't be aiming your rifles at your neighbors? Your comrades? Your families? Is there no one who has a grudge against you? No one who mocks you? No 1 who actually needs you? Is there truly no one out there who would kill you? One of my men is standing amongst you right at present. His instructions are to kill you - for your betrayal. Your enemy is standing correct beside you. [points at individual soldiers] Is it yous?... Or perhaps you?... This planet is like a giant bomb. See how easily information technology blows itself to $.25 with a unmarried nuclear warhead. Or rather, a unmarried bullet. [laughs] There he is... It'south the enemy!
Null: Why are you notwithstanding alive? I used to go dreams, about my comrades. They would salve me with stiff arms and laughing voices. When I woke upward from these dreams, I had nothing. No joy, no sorrow, no hatred, no memory. When I woke upward from the darkness, all I saw were the bodies of men I've killed, lying in front end of me. I know. Everyone dies. Criminal offense. Disease. Accidents. War. No matter how good a human you are, no matter how good a soldier, at that place are no exceptions. Even if I don't kill them, they die. This world is total of expiry and notwithstanding yous won't be killed. Why? Why do you notwithstanding alive? What practice you hope to accomplish by living?

Metallic Gear Solid iv: Guns of the Patriots (2008) [edit]

Onetime Snake: War has changed. It's no longer nigh nations, ideologies, or ethnicity. Information technology's an endless series of proxy battles, fought by mercenaries and machines. War, and its consumption of life, has go a well-oiled machine. State of war has changed. ID tagged soldiers carry ID tagged weapons, use ID tagged gear. Nanomachines inside their bodies raise and regulate their abilities. Genetic control. Information control. Emotion control. Battleground control. Everything is monitored and kept under control. War has inverse. The age of deterrence has become the age of control. All in the proper name of averting ending from weapons of mass devastation. And he who controls the battlefield controls history. State of war has changed. When the battleground is under total control, war... becomes routine.
Liquid Ocelot: This is but the commencement, Snake. America will descend into chaos... It'll be the Wild West all over again. No constabulary, no order. Burn will spread across the world. The people will fight... and through battle, they will know the fullness of life. At last... our father'southward volition... his Outer Sky... is complete.
Revolver Ocelot: Yous're pretty good...
Big Boss: Everything has its get-go. But doesn't commencement at "one." It starts long before that, in chaos. The globe is born... from zero. The moment aught becomes one is the moment the world springs to life. Ane becomes two, ii becomes x, ten becomes 100. Taking it all back to one solves zero. And so long as Null remains, one... will eventually abound to 100 again. And and so our goal was to erase Null. Even the mighty Patriots began with a single homo. That 1 man's desires grew huge, bloated; absorbed technology; began to manipulate the economy. We realized too late that we had created a beast. We had helped turn Zero into 100. His sin... was ours. And for that reason, I'm taking information technology upon myself to send Zero... dorsum to cipher. [...] It's non about changing the earth. It'southward about doing our all-time to leave the world the style it is. Information technology'south about respecting the will of others and assertive in your ain. [...] Nix and I... Liquid and Solidus... We all fought a long, encarmine war for our liberty to free ourselves from systems, nations, norms and ages, but no matter how hard we fought, the only freedom we found was on the inside, trapped inside those limits... The Boss and I may have taken different paths but in the end, we were both trapped inside the aforementioned cage... "Liberty." But you have been given freedom. Freedom to be... Outside.

Metallic Gear Solid: Peace Walker (2010) [edit]

  • Paz: In school, I also learned that peace is an unnatural state for human social club. And that state of war is a constant threat to our relationship with others.
    Snake/Big Boss: That's right.
    Paz: And so, to achieve peace, we take to create it ourselves. Crying about it won't bring it about, or make information technology last. Each ane of u.s.a. must go and seek it out.
    Ophidian/Big Boss: Yous won't notice it without making sacrifices. No offense, but I don't know what peace is. Never felt what it'south like. Never even been interested in it.
  • Snake/Big Boss: [to Amanda] There's always another reason to go along on living.
  • Snake/Big Boss: Chico, growing up means choosing how y'all're gonna alive your life. [...] Treasure your memories, Chico. No matter what happens, continue them safe. [...] Zero to be ashamed of. Pain gets the better of us all. [...] Think, real heroes, are never every bit polished as the legends that surround them.

Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance (2013) [edit]

Mistral: I was wondering when you'd come up, Jack the Ripper.
Raiden: No i calls me that anymore. Dolzaev, where is he?
Mistral: *Tsking* - I can evidence y'all I better fourth dimension than that crusty quondam bear.
Raiden: Y'all're in accuse here?
Mistral: I am "Mistral" - the common cold wind of France. And you, your reputation precedes you. Liberian but white equally snowfall, a natural-born killer fifty-fifty as a child.
Raiden: That was a long time ago...
Mistral: I was born in Algeria myself you know, I'm only one-half french.
Raiden: And?
Mistral: We had our own civil war in the '90s. So yous see? cutting from the same cloth you and me.
Raiden: Yous don't know me.
Mistral: I lost my whole family unit, everything... Simply I butchered those fuckers. My family's killers, that'southward when I realized... I am a killer likewise. And a good 1 at that. I slaughtered dozens in Iraq, in Afghanistan, and found my calling. [slowly walks towards Raiden]
Raiden: [draws out his sword preventing Mistral from walking towards him further] Proud of that, are you?
Mistral: What happened, happened... To exist honest I plant it quite wearisome. [takes off her jacket and drops it in a suggestive manner] My enemies fell similar domino, one afterward another. Not one time did I experience content. I was afloat, without challenge without purpose. [several Dwarf Gekkos climb upwards and surround Raiden] At times I even envied my prey, at least they had a cause to die for. And and so, I met him. [i of the Dwarf Gekkos jumps at Raiden, but Raiden slashes it with ease]
Raiden: Who?
Mistral: And I knew what I'd been missing. [walks towards and checks the injured Gekko] His ideals gave my life pregnant. Ethics, Jack. What are yours?
Raiden: I... protect the weak.
Mistral: [clearly unimpressed and tears off the Gekko'southward arms]*laughs* - Nonetheless... so naive!
Raiden: And if I must impale to protect them, then and so be it!
Mistral: [stomps out the injured Gekko] It seems we have less in mutual than I thought.
Raiden: I'll accept that as a compliment.
Mistral: If you would kill for your ideals, and so surely you are ready to die for them! [At the same time, the Dwarf Gekkos climb onto Mistral and plug their artillery into the arm sockets on Mistral's neckband and spine. Some of the arms were then converted into the pole weapon, 50'etranger. Raiden readies his sword, covers his face up with his visor, begetting his gritted teeth in anger] Come, monday gars.
Sundowner: How's this, Jack? We can play upwards here without damaging the trade.
Raiden: What happens in 3 hours?
Sundowner: Don't matter. Yous're too belatedly. Even at Mach 2, you lot wouldn't make it. And killing you is gonna take some fourth dimension: slow and painful.[A helicopter rises behind Sundowner, who activates his explosive shields] As I said, kids are cruel, Jack. And I'm very in touch with my inner child. [Draws his machetes and laughs evilly, while the lower half of his face is covered with a mouthguard. Raiden readies his sword and embrace his face with his visor]
Senator Armstrong: [To Raiden] Alright...the truth, then. You're correct nigh one matter -- I do need capital and votes! Wanna know why?! "I have a dream"!
Raiden: What...?
Senator Armstrong: That one day, every person in this nation will command their own destiny! State of the truly gratuitous, dammit! A nation of action, not words -- ruled by strength, not committee! Where the law changes to adjust the private, not the other way around! Where power and justice are back where they belong, in the hands of the people! Where every man is gratuitous- to retrieve, to act- for himself! Fuck all these limp-dick lawyers and these chickenshit bureaucrats! Fuck this 24/7 internet spew of trivia and glory bullshit! Fuck American Pride -- fuck the media -- Fuck all of information technology! America is diseased -- rotten to the core...there'southward no saving it... Nosotros need to pull it out by the roots! Wipe the slate make clean -- burn it downward! And from the ashes, a new America volition be built-in! Evolved but untamed! The weak will be purged, and the strongest will thrive; gratuitous to live equally they see fit! They'll make America great again!
Raiden: What the hell are you talking about...
Senator Armstrong: You even so don't get information technology! I'm using war equally a business to get elected! So I can end war as a concern... In my new America, people volition die and impale... for what they believe! Non for money, not for oil, not for what they're told is right! Every man will be free to fight his own wars! Hah... and then, what practise you call up?
Raiden: How the hell did you get elected...
Senator Armstrong: Well, I don't write my own speeches. You should endeavor fighting for what you believe in some fourth dimension, Jack. Not for a company, or a nation, or for anyone else.
Raiden: Maybe I was wrong about you...
Senator Armstrong: Am I finally getting through? [Helps Raiden upwardly, offers his paw] I'll rid this world of pointless wars, Jack.
Raiden: I was wrong. You're not greedy-
[Shakes Armstrong'southward manus, moves in close.]
Raiden: YOU'RE BATSHIT INSANE!

Metal Gear Solid V [edit]

Footing Zeroes (2014) [edit]

Kazuhira Miller: [fuming at the IAEA inspection] THEY PLAYED United states LIKE A DAMN FIDDLE!
Skull Confront: I needed this place, to listen to the words people have to say. That'due south something they could never understand. [Skull Face walks upward to a prisoner, who is groaning in agony]
Skull Face: You've washed your office. You lot told us enough. You lot've known the pain of ages. And even now you think, as any person would, that this can't exist happening. Is it education? Morals, organized religion? Just an banner of a lifetime of stories? Face to confront with oblivion, which is where you are, and you lot even so remember that assistance is coming. The world you were built-in into is fabricated to salvage you. Isn't that right? Of course, it is. Everyone knows that. Until your terminal breath, you know information technology. Without the slightest adventure or reason left to them, humans are capable of hope. I'm no different. Just for one matter. When my time came calling I didn't die. My family unit died, my country died, but they didn't take me with them. All Hell took from me was this skin, this outer peel that marked me "human." My hamlet had an oilseed field and a fine manufacturing plant. Every day my friends and I would run into our parents at work in that factory. That'south all I had. All the world I knew. Then one mean solar day, aircraft came droning in from some far-off heaven. The factory was bombed. Some... "spies" had told them nosotros were making weapons. The building burned. We tried to flee outside. The oversupply blocked the exit. The crowd of people. Hot. So hot. I tried to push through their legs and become ahead, but a kicking in my breadbasket put me on the ground. The fume of the burning filled me up. I heard my name called... simply not for long. At the infirmary they carried me to, a nurse in the corner saw me and remarked every bit if it happened every day: "They should permit the poor thing dice." Those are the only words of my mother tongue I remember. Information technology was the language of my hamlet. Until foreign troops invaded. Then the terminal identity I had left - the words I spoke - were pulled from me. My peel would never feel anything again. This face would be burned again, in torture, at foreign easily, merely I, I all the same writhe in that burning mill. Doused in scalding rapeseed oil. That'southward all I have to feel, that hurting - all I have to remind me I exist here.
Skull Face: Those "spies" reported well. We made weapons all right. Every bit cartloads of rifles came in from the battlefields, we fixed them upwards and sent them back out. So our country could win. Or rather, so that piffling world we knew could continue. I came to realize I mustn't die. I'1000 their concluding hope, all those who perished and left me here. I have to accomplish something. If I don't, they volition exist swept out of this world. [Skull Confront gain to grab the prisoner]
Skull Face: So? Do you see me now? Tell me. What do you see? Hmm? You have optics. What practise your optics see?
Skull Face up: Aye, that'south right. Y'all run into a skull face. You see me. This skull is who I am. My mark, my proof of humanity. I have no country, no linguistic communication, I have no confront, merely I haven't lost my skull. Then I told myself... The pain and effort that keep me alive will never know relief, never behave fruit, never be repaid. I know that, but I told myself to focus on some hope, a nonexistent hope to guide me through this burning world. A hope - call it a dream. A melancholic mirage. As the pressures within me stretch me to bursting, and I force myself not to weep out, though the words I idea were carved into me are gone, and all I knew is dead. I know how yous experience. I've felt that. And then show me. That I'yard not the just ane. That you as well can return to this world, for revenge. Do you see me? Don't dice. Don't die! [The Prisoner Dies]
Skull Face: [as if disappointed] Ahh...

The Phantom Hurting (2015) [edit]

Kazuhira Miller: Nosotros pull in money, recruits, just to combat Zilch... Rubbing our noses in bloody battlefield dirt, all for revenge. The globe calls for wetwork, and we answer. No greater proficient, no just cause.
Venom Ophidian: [Holding urn with the ashes of slain Diamond Dogs soldiers] I won't scatter your sorrow to the heartless ocean. I will ever be with y'all. Plant your roots in me. [smears ashes on his face up] I won't encounter you end as ashes. You're all diamonds.
Skull Face: You too have known loss. And that loss torments yous still. You hope hatred... might someday replace the hurting. Simply it never goes abroad. Information technology makes a man hideous within and out. Wouldn't yous concord? We both are demons. Our humanity won't return. You. Me. We've no place to run, nowhere to hide. And that is why I will testify you my demon.
Skull Confront: Whatever the Navajo told yous... it's just one possible solution derived past Cipher. My will is different. I've known you since your time at Langley. I've long been the other side of your money. 1964, Soviet territory. Trick'south first mission. Any mess you fabricated, I was there to clean upwardly. Y'all completed your task - and admirably. The "information" you lot returned was far more than enough to fill our pockets. With information technology, our futures became - more than or less - gear up in stone. And then the major came to me with an idea. "Washington doesn't know how to spend money," he said. "I'd like to... redirect it". His goal was an organisation defended solely - covertly - to supporting America. Zero. You know the rest. To him, it was mourning - the loss of his friend. Or rather, an act of revenge. On the world, but America about of all. America is a country of liberty. A meeting of immigrants. Instead of simply assimilating, its citizens live aslope others. Their roots are varied. Diverse. America's never been made up of just one person. Just he tried to forge a unmarried consciousness. For it, and from it. The idea that every citizen would apply complimentary will to unite backside their country... Unilateralism like that can't exist entrusted to any 1 individual. So the major sought a organisation that used information, words, to control the "hidden". To unite America and the unabridged world. The major thought this was his friend's will. But I think he never understood what she wanted. Before he ever walked or cried - even before he was born - his mother tongue was English language. He doesn't know the hurting of losing his ain linguistic communication. Not all the same. He cannot understand her will. I do. I was born in a pocket-sized village. I was notwithstanding a child when we were raided by soldiers. Foreign soldiers. Torn from my elders, I was made to speak their linguistic communication. With each new post, my masters changed, along with the words they made me speak. Words are... peculiar. With each change, I changed likewise. My thoughts, personality, how I saw right and wrong... War changed me - and not only my visage. Words can kill. I was invaded by words, burrowing and breeding inside me. A philosopher once said, "It is no nation we inhabit, but a language." "Make no error, our native tongue is our true fatherland." My fatherland - my truth was stolen from me. And and so was my past. All that'due south left is the time to come. And mine is revenge. On those who'd leech off the words of their fellow human. This is what I learned from the major. And so it hit me. It was he who should experience my wrath. He and the code he chose as the basis for control. Language codes, data codes - beamed all around us - genetic codes spanning history. Past controlling the codes, Cipher... Aught intends to unify the earth. Codes implanted into our heads, sucking our minds dry as it spreads from one host to the next. A parasite upon the earth. That is what Zero is. As one born into this world he's afflicted, I hold him responsible for killing my freedom. Killing all traces of my past... Killing whatsoever promise of a futurity... Nosotros are all only dead men forced to walk upon this globe. A world reduced to Zero. Cipher plans to use its codes to control the world. They retrieve they tin can. And the "mother tongue" of all those codes is English. The word became mankind. The final parasite. It knows English. An English language strain of the song cord parasite. I will exterminate the English language. With this, I'll rid the world of infestation. All men will exhale free once again - reclaim their past, present, and futurity. This is no ethnic cleanser. It is a "liberator," to free the world from Zero. Let the earth be. Sans lingua franca, the globe will be torn asunder. And and so, it shall be free. People volition endure, of course - a phantom pain. The world volition need a new common tongue. A linguistic communication of nukes. My Metallic Gears shall exist the thread by which all countries are jump together, inequality. No words will be needed. Every man will exist forced to recognize his neighbor. People volition swallow their pain. They will link lost hands. And the world will become one. This war is peace.

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About Metal Gear [edit]

  • As far as a character that's evolved with the hardware, that would have to exist Ophidian. If you look at the original Metal Gear, he was a very silent type of grapheme—-he didn't speak much. Probably the reason for that is, on that hardware, we were unable to brand the characters speak.
    You could compare it to movies. The original Metallic Gears were kind of similar silent-era movies and Metallic Gear Solid 1 is when information technology became talkies and sound movies. But at the same time with Metal Gear Solid 1, he could speak only there even so wasn't emotion on the face. So everything had to be done through the voices. He had to say whether or not he liked something or if he was feeling hot or it hurt. Everything had to be explained vocally. Then we saw 2000, the next step in his development, where we could accept emotion on his face up. Nosotros get things similar motion-capture and try to brand games realistic and believable. That was the side by side stage in his evolution.
    For Metal Gear Solid 4, we were able to get more resolution and add more detail to the faces. Nosotros added wrinkles and we added the aspect of historic period to the equation. So: telling a story through wrinkles. If you really look at the evolution of Serpent, the character, it's likewise looking at the evolution of the gaming industry and hardware. I recall that'due south something that'southward pretty unique to Ophidian as a character and you don't run across it in any other grade of media where the graphic symbol evolves with hardware.
    • Hideo Kojima in "Still Solid: Metal Gear Creator Hideo Kojima on "The Art of Video Games"" by Reese Higgins, Washington Urban center Newspaper, (Mar nineteen, 2012).

External links [edit]

Wikipedia

  • Official MGS site
  • Official MPO Website
  • Official Kojima Productions website
  • Metal Gear Solid: Portable Ops Reviews at Metacritic
  • Game Script of Metallic Gear Solid 3

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