Strutting along, as he always does.

[liquid_serpent]

[Liquid's face told a story. His face was contorted into an expression of pure confusion and moderate anger. How dare he be pulled into this place without his authority! Who had done this and why? He walked along a corridor, wondering where on earth he was. One minute he was at the Shadow Moses Island facility with Metal Gear REX, the next he was here.

Wherever here was. He strutted forward in his long greatcoat. He wore nothing to cover his well-toned chest, but wore a heavy belt secured to his combat pants. He looked like a man who had seen war and a deal of jealousy coursed through his veins. He was a man on a mission. A mission of destruction and vengeance. Liquid Snake ran a hand through his blond hair and let his gaze fall to his feet.]

Why am I here? What purpose is there for me to be here? Well, is anyone hearing this? I demand to know why I am here! [His voice rose in pitch at his last words. Anger denouncing through every word.]

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[tortureshow]

[ If you're walking around the West Wing, you might hear some new footsteps; at least, if you're adept at that kind of thing. If not, it might be that ricocheting bullet bouncing off the walls and ceiling; narrowly missing your head.

Oh yes, we've got a skilled marksmen in the Campus now, and he goes by the name Revolver Ocelot. He waltzes into view, a smile upon his lips as he twirls the Colt Single Action Army around in his hand, doing all kinds of fancy tricks with it...

Finally, he replaces it back in its holster and spreads his arms. ]

Well now, I've never seen you before.