To start with your death, well... Solid Snake defeated you several times, but as they say, you are a hard man to kill. It was not he but the virus FOXDIE that eventually caused your end.
However, you survived by using Ocelot.
Earlier in the mission Ocelot's arm had been cut off. After your death he went to join the third son of Big Boss, Solidus Snake, who had your arm sewn onto Ocelot to replace the one he had lost. Now, I do not know how, but somehow, over the course of two years, your consciousness took over his body until you gained full control. Hence the name Liquid Ocelot. I saw much of this gradual possession. My unit DEAD CELL was under direct command of George Sears; Solidus Snake.
I was not able to see the moment when you took over for good, being at the bottom of the ocean at the time, but it was at the end of our attempt at stealing a new Metal Gear, 'Arsenal Gear.'
You were using Ocelot to try and discover the location of 'them.' They who stole everything from me. The Patriots.
All this has been... quite an eye-opener to say the very least.
So to summarise: after my death, I took over Revolver Ocelot's consciousness through my arm. As ingenious as this is, I feel it's a tad unreliable, considering my plans. I for one would rather not leave the future in such a hand. Honestly, I'm so hilarious. [ahem, typed then deleted]
Now then, what was this 'particular path' you spoke of before...?
Since joining this community and encountering the young Ocelot and yourself, my own time seems to be somewhat... messed up. 'Liquid Ocelot' seems to have disappeared, and thus the army is without its commander.
The path would be handing the power of the commander to you. I am currently the most senior member of the army and am keeping it under control, but in the end, it is your army.
It is your decision, of course. I will nevertheless take any order you give me. Your objective is the same as mine.
Very well. Such an army cannot function properly without a commander, I would say.
There is the slight matter of my death... I'd quite like to avoid that, as you can imagine. Look, would there be any way to tell if, er, your Snake still carries the FOXDIE? I can't command an army if I end up dying of a bloody virus. Again.
There should be a way. I shall have it investigated. If he does, then with these worlds at our disposable, it may yet be possible to find a vaccine to prevent it from being able to affect you.
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[Locked to Vamp]
[Locked to Liquid Snake]
I am stuck, left with no choice. So, you wish to know of the future? Then I am going to tell you about it, starting with Shadow Moses, of course.
The place where you died. Though not for long...
[Locked to Vamp]
So, tell me everything. Particularly about this Liquid Ocelot.
[Locked to Liquid Snake]
However, you survived by using Ocelot.
Earlier in the mission Ocelot's arm had been cut off. After your death he went to join the third son of Big Boss, Solidus Snake, who had your arm sewn onto Ocelot to replace the one he had lost. Now, I do not know how, but somehow, over the course of two years, your consciousness took over his body until you gained full control. Hence the name Liquid Ocelot. I saw much of this gradual possession. My unit DEAD CELL was under direct command of George Sears; Solidus Snake.
I was not able to see the moment when you took over for good, being at the bottom of the ocean at the time, but it was at the end of our attempt at stealing a new Metal Gear, 'Arsenal Gear.'
You were using Ocelot to try and discover the location of 'them.' They who stole everything from me. The Patriots.
[Locked to Vamp]
So to summarise: after my death, I took over Revolver Ocelot's consciousness through my arm. As ingenious as this is, I feel it's a tad unreliable, considering my plans. I for one would rather not leave the future in such a hand.
Honestly, I'm so hilarious.[ahem, typed then deleted]Now then, what was this 'particular path' you spoke of before...?
[Locked to Vamp]
The path would be handing the power of the commander to you. I am currently the most senior member of the army and am keeping it under control, but in the end, it is your army.
It is your decision, of course. I will nevertheless take any order you give me. Your objective is the same as mine.
[Locked to Vamp]
There is the slight matter of my death... I'd quite like to avoid that, as you can imagine. Look, would there be any way to tell if, er, your Snake still carries the FOXDIE? I can't command an army if I end up dying of a bloody virus. Again.
[Locked to Vamp]
There should be a way. I shall have it investigated. If he does, then with these worlds at our disposable, it may yet be possible to find a vaccine to prevent it from being able to affect you.
[Locked to Vamp]
[Locked to Liquid Snake]