self, look at your life. look at your choices.

[liquidouroboros]

You must be joking. All this time and now you decide to put me in an actual game? No, 'decide' isn't even the word. You're pacing back and forth as usual because you can't make such a basic choice. Foolish little child. Not to mention you can't really think Otacon will ever manage on his own without me.

Cease calling me 'Plisquid' as well. After so long I've grown very tired of such a juvenile name.

--Liquid Snake

Comments

[shirtphobia]

To be fair, brother, I would consider it a rather hard decision to make myself. After all, it does mean subjecting you to the harsh outside world of actual games. Perhaps your mun wonders if you're up to the task.

[liquidouroboros]

I should think you of all people would know the answer to that, dear brother. If she had any idea what she was doing, she would certainly know as well.

[shirtphobia]

Not everyone can be perfect.

It's rather frustrating out there. But I suppose it would do you good to get some action. You're getting a little out of shape from sitting around in that mind all of this time.

[liquidouroboros]

Excuse me? I am not remotely out of shape. You would be foolish to assume I was.

[shirtphobia]

Of all people, brother, you should know I am far from foolish. Does that not bring you the slightest bit of concern?

Rusting away in someone's mind would stiffen any man.

[liquidouroboros]

...Now she's laughing.

Must everything you say sound suggestive one way or another? I shudder to think on how we're somehow one and the same.

[shirtphobia]

Clearly your mind must be full of filth, to translate my words in such a manner.

Although I suppose you and Hal must have at least had plenty to talk about. "Yes, I happened to marry you when I became somewhat older."

And then the older one probably tried to gag you. But I suppose it is impossible to silence us; even if he stuffed your mouth full of meat you would make your thoughts known.

[liquidouroboros]

...

[Just...facepalm.]

[shirtphobia]

[Don't mind the laughter here, Pliskin.]

[liquidouroboros]

Do just shut up, brother.

[shirtphobia]

...now that truly is a ridiculous request.

Besides, my mun is enjoying this too much.

[liquidouroboros]

I shouldn't be surprised by that.

[shirtphobia]

Be grateful. Sadist yours may be, but she will at least be kinder to you than mine would.

[liquidouroboros]

Mine's apparently tearing my soul out and giving it some kind of animal form.

[All this deadpan.]

[shirtphobia]

Yours isn't going to get you into a relationship with a man who will stab you, stick his hand in the wound and sexually caress your spine and internal organs.

[Equally deadpan.]

[liquidouroboros]

. . .

Say what you will about Otacon, but at least he's sane to an extent. He'd probably faint at the sight of that much blood.

[shirtphobia]

The man she pushed me towards had six personalities, one of which was a sadistic sociopath who enjoyed attempting to kill me while I wasn't allowed to fight back. His two main personalities were also like Otacon. Only crazy.

Still think that your mun is as bad?

[liquidouroboros]

. . . No, I think you win this round.

[shirtphobia]

[Smug look.]

I do rather miss him, however. He made life interesting on that ridiculous island. That was commendable.

Now. Tell me. Why would you dislike the idea of going to this place?

[liquidouroboros]

Let me repeat.

My soul is getting ripped out.

[shirtphobia]

As if creatures like us have souls.

[shirtphobia]

Besides, what use has it ever been to you?

[liquidouroboros]

First of all: You're an imbecile.

Secondly: I don't know, but I would quite like anything internal to remain internal, psychological concepts included.

[shirtphobia]

Firstly, good work insulting yourself.

Secondly, what a cowardly statement! It's rather shameful, brother. If it is useless to you, then there should be no fear involved in losing it.

If we have such a thing, then surely we can do without it. Besides, it's merely getting stuck inside an animal.

[liquidouroboros]

I am not a coward.

[shirtphobia]

Then prove it. Go to this game unafraid! And play hell with whomever it is that has attempted to take what is yours!

[liquidouroboros]

Still theatrical as ever, I see.

[shirtphobia]

For god's sake, just because you've forgotten who you are doesn't mean the rest of us have.

[liquidouroboros]

I have forgotten nothing. There is a time and a place for such things, brother.

[shirtphobia]

"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts."

Everything in this world is a show for the masses of inferior fools. [A pleased laugh.]

Timing is important, true, yet why hide the truth?

[liquidouroboros]

Quote whatever you like, I am hiding nothing.

[shirtphobia]

Whatever you say, brother. If living in delusion works, so be it.

I had to.

[geneticaviators]

/ass smack

LMAO

[shirtphobia]

Wha-?! Catherine Miller, what are you doing?

[Fonda's actually got some volume on that arse of his now!]

[geneticaviators]

Hey, you've kind of got an ass now, Fonda!

[shirtphobia]

Stop calling me that! And my ass is meant to be seen and not touched, thank you!

[geneticaviators]

Prude.

[shirtphobia]

I prefer to think of it as, "selectively permissive".

[geneticaviators]

Hey, don't get your panties in a twist, Blondie.

[liquidouroboros]

Catherine. It's been some time, hasn't it?

[geneticaviators]

Sure has. Man, it is weird as hell being stuck in someone's head all the time. Not to mention the people that are up there.

I get out sometimes, though. Usually it's to bother one of you.

[liquidouroboros]

I find myself not remotely surprised by this at all. You do seem to have an affinity for such a thing.

[geneticaviators]

Can't help it, you guys are fun to bother.

So, what's your problem with going to this game? I mean, you'll at least be getting out somewhere, meeting new people, punching them in the face shortly after. Sounds like a good time.

[liquidouroboros]

As I told dear brother, I am not sure what to think about having my soul ripped out. Assuming I have one. I'm not certain how one would determine that.

[geneticaviators]

No big deal, you'll walk it off.