[Be careful what you wish for]
[On the fourth floor of the Nexus, a familiar man's voice can be heard from down the hall. Choosing to follow the sound of that voice will bring you to a conference room.]
[A quick clearing of the throat. The British man stands tall and proud before his fellow companions. His arms are looped behind his back.]
Ahem!
You! Fellow FOXHOUNDers, have been chosen by yours truly to assist in the revival of the very organization that has posed a vital role in the lives of many a militia throughout the world in its entirety. Many of you will have been directly influenced by the familiar guise FOXHOUND has ascended upon you all, which makes this a far greater salvation in terms of personal proprietary.
For generations, the legacy of FOX has been both a blessing and a curse. An adornment and a stigma. Years after their disbandment, the militant world is now in need of this very organization more than ever. Soldiers, warriors, outcasts! We are not welcome in a world outside of war, which is exactly why we are needed.
[The proud soldier paces up and down the line of individuals standing in linear form.] This is a revival in its truest form! We will be living up to the expectations of a single man's dream; That man being Big Boss.
As you are aware, in preparation for this mission of ours to go ahead precisely as planned, I have chosen a derelict area of the Alaskan slopes to house our base. Remaining true to his objectives, this base was assigned on the grounds that we shall do something magnificent in his honor.
[He stops and turns with his back to the group.] -And it will all revolve around the restoration of the Metal Gear program!
Now, do you have any questions?
((ooc: Hey FM. Have a Canon!Liquid Snake. He'll try and recruit you into FOXHOUND or treat you with suspicion. Tread lightly.))
[A quick clearing of the throat. The British man stands tall and proud before his fellow companions. His arms are looped behind his back.]
Ahem!
You! Fellow FOXHOUNDers, have been chosen by yours truly to assist in the revival of the very organization that has posed a vital role in the lives of many a militia throughout the world in its entirety. Many of you will have been directly influenced by the familiar guise FOXHOUND has ascended upon you all, which makes this a far greater salvation in terms of personal proprietary.
For generations, the legacy of FOX has been both a blessing and a curse. An adornment and a stigma. Years after their disbandment, the militant world is now in need of this very organization more than ever. Soldiers, warriors, outcasts! We are not welcome in a world outside of war, which is exactly why we are needed.
[The proud soldier paces up and down the line of individuals standing in linear form.] This is a revival in its truest form! We will be living up to the expectations of a single man's dream; That man being Big Boss.
As you are aware, in preparation for this mission of ours to go ahead precisely as planned, I have chosen a derelict area of the Alaskan slopes to house our base. Remaining true to his objectives, this base was assigned on the grounds that we shall do something magnificent in his honor.
[He stops and turns with his back to the group.] -And it will all revolve around the restoration of the Metal Gear program!
Now, do you have any questions?
((ooc: Hey FM. Have a Canon!Liquid Snake. He'll try and recruit you into FOXHOUND or treat you with suspicion. Tread lightly.))