| Pulp Fiction
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The path of the righteous man, is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish, and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he; who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brothers keeper, and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger, those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord, when I lay my vengeance upon thee.
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| Predator
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I ain't got time to bleed.
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| Get to the chopper!
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| You're one ugly motherfucker.
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| Come on! Do it! Kill me, I'm right here! Come on, kill me! Do it! Do it now!
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| Aliens
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They mostly come out at night... mostly.
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| Game over, man! Game over!
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| Hey, Vasquez! You ever been mistaken for a man?
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| We've got sonic, electronic ball breakers! We got nukes, we got knives, sharp sticks!
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| We're on the express elevator to hell! Going down!
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| We're in some real pretty shit now, man!
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| Metal Gear Solid 2
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I hear it's amazing when the famous giant purple stuffed worm in flapjaw space, with a tuning fork, does a raw blink on Hari Kiri Rock! I need scissors! 61!
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| Look, I'm not exaggerating when I say the success of your mission hinges on how you use that cardboard box. But in the end, a cardboard box is only made of paper. Handle it with care or it won't be of much use to you. Don't think of it as just another box. Treat it with love... Don't be rough. Okay?
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Looks like he was about to have dinner...
But took a bullet to the head instead... Poor bastard.
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Don't you know that our plans have your interests -- not ours -- in mind?
Jack, listen carefully, like a good boy.
The mapping of the human genome was completed early this century. As a result, the evolutionary log of the human race lay open to us.
We started with genetic engineering, and in the end, we succeeded in digitising life itself.
But there are things that are not covered by genetic information.
Human memories, ideas, culture, history.
Genes don't contain any record of human history.
Is it something that should not be passed on? Should that information be left at the mercy of nature?
We've always kept records of our lives. Through words, pictures, symbols... From tablets to books...
But not all the information was inherited by later generations. A small percentage of the whole was selected and processed, then passed on. Not unlike genes, really.
That's what history is, Jack.
But in the current, digitised world, trivial information is accumulating every second, preserved in all its triteness. Never fading, always accessible.
Rumours about petty issues, misinterpretations, slander...
All this junk data preserved in an unfiltered state, growing at an alarming rate.
It will only slow down social progress, reduce the rate of evolution.
Raiden, you seem to think that our plan is one of censorship.
You're being silly! What we propose to do is not to control content, but to create context.
The digital society furthers human flaws and selectively rewards development of convenient half-truths. Just look at the strange juxtapositions of morality around you.
Billions spent on weapons in order to humanely murder other humans.
Rights of criminals are given more respect than the privacy of their victims.
Although there are people suffering in poverty, huge donations are made to protect endangered species. Everyone grows up being told the same thing.
Be nice to other people.
But beat out the competition!
"You're special." "Believe in yourself and you will succeed."
But it's obvious from the start that only a few can succeed...
You exercise your right to "freedom" and this is the result. All rhetoric to avoid conflict and protect each other from hurt. The untested truths spun by different interests continue to churn and accumulate in the sandbox of political correctness and value systems.
Everyone withdraws into their own gated community, afraid of a larger forum. They stay inside their little ponds, leaking whatever "truth" suits them into the growing cesspool of society at large.
The different cardinal truths neither clash nor mesh. No one is invalidated, but nobody is right.
Not even natural selection can take place here. The world is being engulfed in "truth."
And this is the way the world ends. Not with a bang, but a whimper.
We're trying to stop that from happening.
It's our responsibility as rulers. Just as in genetics, unnecessary information and memory must be filtered out -- to stimulate the evolution of the species.
Absolutely, who else could wade through the sea of garbage you people produce, retrieve valuable truths and even interpret their meaning for later generations.
That's what it means to create context.
But is that even your own idea?
Or something Snake told you?
That's the proof of your incompetence, right there. You lack the qualifications to exercise free will.
Does something like a "self" exist inside of you?
That which you call self serves as nothing more than a mask to cover your own being.
In this era of ready-made 'truths,' "self" is just something used to preserve those positive emotions that you occasionally feel...
...Another possibility is that "self" is a concept you conveniently borrowed under the logic that it would endow you with some sense of strength... Is it? Would you prefer that someone else tell you? Alright then. Explain it to him.
Jack, you're simply the best! And you got there all by yourself!
Oh, what happened? Do you feel lost? Why not try a bit of soul-searching?
Don't think you'll find anything, though...
Ironic, that although "self" is something that you yourself fashioned, every time something goes wrong, you turn around and place the blame on something else.
It's not my fault. It's not your fault.
In denial, you simply resort to looking for another, more convenient "truth" in order to make yourself feel better.
...Leaving behind in an instant, the so-called "truth" you once embraced.
Should someone like that, be able to decide what is "truth?"
Should someone like you even have the right to decide?
You've done nothing but abuse your freedom.
You don't deserve to be free!
We're not the ones smothering the world. You are.
The individual is supposed to be weak. But far from powerless -- a single person has the potential to ruin the world.
And the age of digitised information has given even more power to the individual. Too much power for an immature species.
Building a legacy involves figuring out what is wanted, and what needs to be done for that goal. All this you used to struggle with. Now, we think for you.
We are your guardians after all.
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Of course. Anything can be quantified nowadays. That's what this exercise was designed to prove.
You fell in love with me just as you were meant to, after all. Isn't that right, Jack?
Ocelot, was not told the whole truth, to say the least.
We rule an entire nation -- of what interest would a single soldier, no matter how able, be to us?
The S3 plan does not stand for Solid Snake Simulation. What it does stand for is Selection for Societal Sanity... The S3 is a system for controlling human will and consciousness. S3 is not you, a soldier trained in the image of Solid Snake. It is -- a method, a protocol, that created a circumstance that made you what you are.
So you see, we're the S3. Not you.
What you experience was the final test of its effectiveness.
You heard what President Johnson said. The Arsenal's "GW" system is the key to their supremacy. The objective of this exercise was to establish such a method. We used Shadow Moses as a paradigm for the exercise.
I wonder if you would've preferred a fantasy setting?
We chose that backdrop because of its extreme circumstances. It was an optimal test for S3's crisis management capacity. If the model could trigger, control and solve this, it would be ready for any contingency. And now, we have our proof.
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| Laugh, and grow fat!
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| Five today, or rather, six.
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| Dark Souls
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What's wrong, get a bit of a scare out there? No problem. Have a seat and get comfortable, we'll both be Hollow before you know it! Hah hah hah hah...
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| Only one more now, if you have the heart for it. Hah hah hah hah...
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| Strong I am. Forge I can.
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| What are you going to do? I've already decided, I don't really care... I'm simply, crestfallen...
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| Bloodborne
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Oh, you are a sick puppy... You drink the blood of half the town, and now this? And you talk of beasts? You hunters are the real killers.
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| Rancid beasts -- every last one of us.
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| As you once did for the Vacuous Rom... Grant us eyes, grant us eyes! Plant eyes on our brains to cleanse our beastly idiocy!
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| A corpse should be left well alone. Oh, I know how the secrets beckon so sweetly. Only an honest death will cure you now. Liberate you from your wild curiosity.
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| Hokuto no Ken
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お前はもう死んでいる (You are already dead.)
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| Nioh
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致命
Freed from this mortal coil.
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