#mgs the sorrow

[knackeredforever]

MGS3 characters in the style of the NES

Ive used an NES megaman sprite as the base in the top right but characters from top left to bottom right include: Naked Snake, Revolver Ocelot, EVA, The Boss, Colonel Volgin, The End, The Sorrow

[fancyshooting]

still have to draw big boss but here are some drawings of characters suggested by you, the viewers at home

[savage-rhi]

Ocelot: who the hell are you? How did you get on the base?

Mysterious stranger: …sad….so sad.

@rebelwithoutaclock Here ya go!

The storm was much dreary than anticipated. While not at the level of a hurricane, the winds felt like guttural cries from the heavens while heavy rain trampled against Mother Base.

Even with the raincoat and extra layers, Ocelot shivered while looking past the balcony and to the crashing waves below. The sea was angry as greying water several feet tall pummeled into the base's structural supports. Weighted creaks could be heard, but it wasn't enough to cause damage. For now, at least.

Ocelot blinked a few times while assessing if there was any damage. He then looked up to where the horizon would be coming from. It wouldn't be long before daybreak and he could finally rest after taking night shift for guard patrol. Big Boss had told him to let someone else handle it for the night, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he personally needed to be here.

"Sad...so sad."

A calm voice, deep in sorrow managed to echo through the wind. Oceleot's eyes widened while his right hand immediately went to his gun, more than prepared for a fight. He waited a moment. Perhaps his mind was playing tricks on him.

"Very, very sad..."

There it was again.

"Show yourself!" He hollered and began to slowly move about the main deck. Lightning came and went, illuminating parts of Mother Base. Even if an intruder wished to hide, they'd be outed rather quickly from the strikes alone.

Ocelot traveled across the main bridge to another deck, and furrowed his brows. Nothing. There was not a single sign anyone was out here besides himself. Maybe exhaustion was finally taking its toll. He had been outside for several hours getting drenched.

As soon as he started to relax, another bout of lightning struck. In that split second, Ocelot's eyes widened. He immediately drew out his weapon and pointed the barrel straight at a man who was levitating off the ground a few feet in front of him.

"Who the hell are you? How did you get onto the base?" He quickly interrogated, following basic instinct.

The man tilted his head out of curiosity with a faint smile.

"Sad...so sad."

As more lightning drew near and the winds whistled, Ocelot studied the figure.

"Why do you keep saying that?" Ocelot muttered. His eyes squinted, and he felt a twinge of fear go down his spine upon seeing the intruders eyes change. A dull yellow brought out more of his sullen features.

"Your time will run out, young blood." The man stated with a wide smile. "Just as mine did. Just as hers did."

Ocelot felt his heart begin to race. There was something incredibly off about this person. And in the throes of his trepidation rising to the surface, it occurred to Ocelot there was a familiarity to this person. Like he knew them somehow. Normally not one to lose his nerve, he felt petrified in place.

"I wonder how she would feel, seeing how far you've come. Seeing how far," The man paused and closed his eyes. Blood began to seep from his eyelids like fresh tears, and the thick substance mingled with the rain as he opened his eyes. "You've fallen."

"Don't fuck with me," Ocelot sneered. "Who are you?!"

"I am but a reflection," The man grinned. "of your Sorrow."

"What--?"

Before Ocelot could think, the man gestured and it seemed as if time and space began to rearrange itself into a vortex, and the tornado like attack was coming for him. He tried to duck but it was too late.

The impact sent Ocelot onto his back and he heard it. The terrible screams and cries of everyone and everything he had ever harmed. Flashbacks to faces and events encircled his mind with a haunting repetition along with sprinkles of memories he held dear. He cried aloud, his own screams matching those of men and women he had killed in battle.

"Hold onto them," The Sorrow said while watching his son's body violently struggle. "Hold onto the sorrow and the joy, as she and I once did."

Ocelot's eyes shot wide open as a primal cry left his body, leaving him breathless by the end of it. His spirit, the world around him came tumbling with a large thud that rivaled the storm he had been a part of.

In bed, Ocelot jolted up and panted heavily. Sweat covered every inch of his form. He closed his eyes and ran both his hands through his hair, taking in a deep breath. It had all just been a dream. The storm though was real. He could hear the winds beating outside. As he came to, Ocelot retraced his steps. The last thing he remembered before sleep was his conversation with Big Boss and how he took him up on the offer to rest and not patrol for the night.

"Yeah, a dream." Ocelot muttered to himself, feeling his pulse begin to slow down. He carefully lied back against the mattress, staring up at the ceiling. That's when he felt something warm trickle down his nose.

Making a face, Ocelot brought a finger to his nostrils, and touched the spot. Pulling the fingers back, he noticed the blood and swallowed. His eyes cautiously darted around his quarters, afraid he'd see that man hovering about somewhere in his domain.

Sleep was no longer an option. He was too scared to go back into the dark. Especially when he recalled the bloody eyes of the man he had dreamt of.

"The Sorrow," Ocelot murmured under his breath. He wasn't sure where the name came from, but it hit him like a ton of bricks.

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[hellcheercaine]

Guns of the Patriots headcanon

To be honest as I am playing Metal Gear Solid 4, I would like to think that the spirits of The Boss (The Joy) and The Sorrow are looking down proudly on Solid Snake and Hal (Otacon) fulfilling her will as they take down the Patriots while fighting without trying to change the world (to let things be as it is), as they create a world where people can live in free will regardless of ideals.

[deadscell]

[qoppybirdie]

a couple of silly mgs doodle reqs

[timethehobo]

Constant companions.

[ashenberry]

And for you, only you I would give anything 愛するあなたが迷わぬように、足跡を残して。

Big Thank yoou to @counterfeitubiquity for helping me ID all of these there was. alot

[knackeredforever]

More Mgs3 memes:

The sorrow in his boss fight:

The sorrow in literally any other cutscene:

[coolgirlisonline]

~vintage~ mgs avatars from a russian metal gear fansite (c. 2006) (part2)

source: https://web.archive.org/web/20060221014952/http://metalgear.ru/menu/avatars.html

[killer00cherry]

[puppy-faggot]

Forget Ocelot. I want his parents

[ind0mitablesw0rdsmen]

WE GOT THE FUCKING REMAKE

in honor of delta being announced 

[deadscell]

[qoppybirdie]

Koshka!