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THE TRIP TO SHADOW MOSES
It was colder than the dairy section and the boat pitched like a subway
derailment on caffeine. I shook constantly from the cold, retched peanut
butter into the sea, then downed some more to keep warm. A few days passed
in this pleasant fashion until John-Dee, drawing lines on his charts,
turned to me.
"I'm sorry man, but this as far as I can go. If you really want to do this
thing, you're going to have to find your own way."
There were at least 20 miles to Shadow Moses according to the charts. But
John-Dee was already a blubbering wreck, and I didn't have the heart to
strong-arm him. I steeled my nerves.
"It's okay. Help me get ready."
The plan was brilliant. I'd gutted a super-size tuna and stuffed some
inflated balloons inside, along with a small oil lamp to keep the interior
toasty. I would cover the length of my body with the fish and dog-paddle
my way to the island. Any oxygen shortage could quickly be remedied thanks
to the balloon, and my landing would appear to be nothing more than a
large dead fish swept ashore. All I had to do was slip out of the tuna
undetected and investigate the hell out of the place. Absolutely
I bore the fishy stink of the tuna skin with proper journalistic aplomb
and walked to the edge of the ship's deck. The Arctic wind was numbing
even through the wetsuit, but I bade John-Dee a hearty farewell and jumped
into the sea. But right then, disaster struck!
Actually it was the tuna spine. Its bony mass conked me hard on the back
of my . from the force of the landing. I tried to right myself, but I
was jammed tight against the balloons. The tuna started to sink rapidly,
and I kicked my legs wildly as about a gallon of seawater rushed into my
lungs. To add insult to injury, the lamp fell over, shedding its cover. I
could feel the heat of the exposed flame dangerously close to my face, and
smell the singed hair. This is why I hate traveling.
But after what felt like hours, I found myself ashore on Shadow Moses
Island. Let's take a moment here to review what happened on the island on
that fateful day. Romanenko's disc provides a complete answer.
Shadow Moses was no ordinary weapons disposal facility, but served as a
secret military training ground among other things. On that day, the
wetworks commando unit known as FOXHOUND and the next-generation Special
Forces group were conducting joint exercises.
FOXHOUND is an "irregular" squad of elite soldiers, equipped and armed to
the teeth with the latest technology. There were longtime -- and strictly
behind-the-scenes -- players throughout recent history, engaging in
sabotage, selective assassinations and other covert military operations.
Wherever the United States could not officially intervene, whether it was
a civil war, regional unrest or other types of low-intensity conflict,
FOXHOUND was there. It's unlikely, however, that an average citizen has
ever heard of them before; these commandos remain a top-secret government
And then there's the next-generation Special Forces unit. This is a
cutting-edge anti-terrorist force newly organized to cope with terrorist
incidents specifically involving weapons of mass destruction typified in
nuclear, biological, and chemical warfare. They drew heavily from former
mercenary ranks, and are on a diet of rigorous VR training guided by the
FORCE 21 concept. The result is combat capability, which is rumored to
surpass even those of the Delta Force and DEV GRU (formerly known as Seal
Team 6). Most frightening of all, these soldiers have supposedly been
manipulated at the genetic level to increase their combat performance.
They were the purebreds among the dogs of war, and they turned on their
masters with a surprising demand. Having seized the civilians that were on
hand, they demanded that the government turn over to them the body of
FOXHOUND's founder and combat genius, the so-called "Big Boss." The
government had 24 hours to comply or a nuclear strike would be initiated.
But what would motivate them to make such a demand, and how did they
intend to make good their threat of a nuclear launch?
With these questions still unanswered, the government decided on a
seemingly reckless course of action. For this daunting task of stopping a
nuclear strike and freeing the hostages from the clutches of these
ultimate soldiers, they sent in a single man. His name was Solid Snake --
no other than a former member of the now-renegade FOXHOUND and a legend
among mercenaries for single- handedly bringing down the fortress cities
of Outer Heaven and Zanzibar Land.
Your reaction is probably one of incredulity. "Just one guy?" You may
wonder. "They decided to gamble the future of the entire world on a single
mercenary?" I wholeheartedly agree with the sentiment. But there is more
to this mission than meets the eye, as I was later to discover.
Originally posted by warbird03
I'm pretty sure there's no truth to anything with Metal Gear. Of course, I could be wrong and Konami is actually hiding a bunch of secrets right in front of us