Favorite speech from a character in videogames. Protagonist, antagonist or anything in-between.
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mopspear
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Liquid Snake's monologue about genes near the end of MGS1 really fucked me up for a number of years. Impressionable teens should avoid some things until they know how to handle them better:
-Metal Gear Solid monologues
-TikTok
-The scene from The Matrix where Agent Smith says humans are more like viruses
I was going to put Deus Ex on here but now I'm not so sure if this is an "avoid" or a "required reading".
-Metal Gear Solid monologues
-TikTok
-The scene from The Matrix where Agent Smith says humans are more like viruses
I was going to put Deus Ex on here but now I'm not so sure if this is an "avoid" or a "required reading".
Trunx81
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CTRL+F and wasn´t disappointed.
No love for all your base are belong to us?
Connificent
Al Pachinko, Konami President
peek
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Came here to say this, but the FIRST reply? Nice.
xanaum
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I don't think there's a speech more interesting than that in the whole history of video games.
"Life isn't just about passing on your genes. We can leave behind much more than just DNA. Through speech, music, literature and movies... what we've seen, heard, felt... anger, joy and sorrow... these are the things I will pass on. That's what I live for. We need to pass the torch, and let our children read our messy and sad history by its light. We have all the magic of the digital age to do that with. The human race will probably come to an end some time, and new species may rule over this planet. Earth may not be forever, but we still have the responsibility to leave what traces of life we can. Building the future and keeping the past alive are one and the same thing"
Solid Snake (MGS2)
"Life isn't just about passing on your genes. We can leave behind much more than just DNA. Through speech, music, literature and movies... what we've seen, heard, felt... anger, joy and sorrow... these are the things I will pass on. That's what I live for. We need to pass the torch, and let our children read our messy and sad history by its light. We have all the magic of the digital age to do that with. The human race will probably come to an end some time, and new species may rule over this planet. Earth may not be forever, but we still have the responsibility to leave what traces of life we can. Building the future and keeping the past alive are one and the same thing"
Solid Snake (MGS2)
Dr. Samuel Hayden
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How in the world has this not been posted
Gambit2483
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Lots of Metal Gear posts (as expected), but none posting the best, most heartfelt last words
MiguelItUp
Member
This whole scene was awesome. The "I'm afraid." and "Take a gamble that love exists, and do a loving act." lines stuck with me, hard.
Where from?
ItsGreat
Banned
Luigi in The Thousand Year Door.
"Heyyy, bro! Just the guy I wanted to see. You ever have one of those weeks where you wake up, sip your morning latte, and before you know it, you're knee-deep in swamp muck holding a vegetable while a gang of Shy Guys is threatening you with a game of hopscotch?
So here's what happened.
It all started last Tuesday. Or maybe Wednesday. Definitely one of the two. I'd slept in because the night before I'd been up late reorganising my sock drawer, not because it needed it, mind you, but because one of my socks has this weird little green stain that looks exactly like the outline of Sarasaland. Anyway, I finally wake up around 11:15, stretch, do a couple of hero poses in the mirror, you know, just to keep the muscles limber, and head down to Toad Town for my usual Toadbrew latte.
Now this wasn't just any latte. Oh no. They had one of those seasonal flavours on, Cinnamon Cloud. Supposedly, it was invented by a travelling Lakitu barista who got caught in a cinnamon storm above Gusty Gulch and decided to monetise the experience. The foam art that day was a Koopa Troopa, and the barista swore he'd practised for weeks to get the little eyes right. I thought they looked haunted, but maybe that was just the caffeine kicking in.
So I'm halfway through sipping when this Beanish guy bursts into the square, panting like a Piranha Plant that's just chased a Fireball. Bright yellow waistcoat, polka-dot cravat, hair all wild like he'd just been in a wind tunnel with a bag of lightning. He yells, 'LUIGI! Our town is doomed! Our prized Golden Turnip has been stolen!'
Now, you know me, bro. I can't ignore a cry for help. Also, I didn't have any plans that afternoon except maybe polishing my spare overalls. He explains this whole 'Legend of Three Harvests' thing, ancient Beanish prophecy, whoever holds the Golden Turnip gets unmatched culinary power, probably something to do with stew. I zone out for a bit wondering if there's a similar legend about spaghetti, but when I tune back in he's begging me to save the day.
Naturally, I say yes.
Here's the problem. The Golden Turnip's location is hidden. To find it, I need the Compass of Yesteryear. Great name, right? Sounds like something you'd find in a mystery novel next to a dusty candlestick. He tells me it's in Dry Dry Outpost, held by an elderly Koopa named Crankleback. So off I go.
Dry Dry Outpost was as hot as ever. You could fry an egg on your hat brim there. I pop into Crankleback's shop and find him behind the counter, so wrinkled you could fold him up and put him in an envelope. He says, 'Luigi, you can have the compass… if you defeat the guardian of the Sandpit Caverns.'
I'm thinking, no big deal. I've faced Boos, Koopas, even that one time with the sentient blender. I get to the caverns, expecting a big scary monster. Instead, it's a clock. A massive, thirty-foot-tall clock. It's got arms, it's got legs, it's got this deep voice that keeps booming, 'TIME IS BROKEN.' I've never fought a timepiece before, so I'm a little off my game.
The way to beat it? Set the time correctly. Sounds easy. Except the clock's been wrong for 300 years, the hands kept trying to bite me, and every time I got close it asked me for the square root of 144, which I can never remember under pressure. Eventually, I figure out you have to wind it backwards twelve and a half hours while humming the Koopa Village theme. Humming, not whistling. Don't ask how I knew. Hero instinct.
The moment I get it right, the clock bursts into confetti and sandwiches. Not even the same type of sandwiches. One had lettuce, one had something purple that glowed in the dark, one had no filling at all. Inside the gears? The Compass of Yesteryear.
I take it, thank the clock (because you never know when you'll need a clock on your side), and head to Beanish Town. The compass points me straight into the Misty Mangroves. The smell there? Imagine leaving mushrooms, damp socks, and old cabbage in a sauna for a week. I'm wading through swamp muck, fending off mosquitoes that could carry away a Goomba, when I spot it. The Golden Turnip. Shining like a beacon of hope in the muck.
That's when the Shy Guys show up. Leather jackets, matching embroidered patches that say 'The Masked Menace'. Their leader says, 'Nice turnip, green guy. We'll sell it back to you for 500 coins.' Which is ridiculous. Who carries 500 coins just for vegetable emergencies?
So I challenge them to high-stakes hopscotch.
Bro, you have never seen hopscotch like this. Pebbles flying, legs kicking, crowd cheering. I don't even know where the crowd came from, maybe they were just swamp locals. At one point I'm sure an earthquake happened, but we just kept playing. The final round comes down to me and their leader. He trips on his own mask, I nail the final square, and boom. Golden Turnip secured.
I bring it back to the Beanish guy. He thanks me, says I've saved his people from culinary ruin, and hands me… a coupon. For half-off soup. At his aunt's diner. Which is two days away. And expired last Tuesday.
But hey, another grand adventure for the books, right?"
"Heyyy, bro! Just the guy I wanted to see. You ever have one of those weeks where you wake up, sip your morning latte, and before you know it, you're knee-deep in swamp muck holding a vegetable while a gang of Shy Guys is threatening you with a game of hopscotch?
So here's what happened.
It all started last Tuesday. Or maybe Wednesday. Definitely one of the two. I'd slept in because the night before I'd been up late reorganising my sock drawer, not because it needed it, mind you, but because one of my socks has this weird little green stain that looks exactly like the outline of Sarasaland. Anyway, I finally wake up around 11:15, stretch, do a couple of hero poses in the mirror, you know, just to keep the muscles limber, and head down to Toad Town for my usual Toadbrew latte.
Now this wasn't just any latte. Oh no. They had one of those seasonal flavours on, Cinnamon Cloud. Supposedly, it was invented by a travelling Lakitu barista who got caught in a cinnamon storm above Gusty Gulch and decided to monetise the experience. The foam art that day was a Koopa Troopa, and the barista swore he'd practised for weeks to get the little eyes right. I thought they looked haunted, but maybe that was just the caffeine kicking in.
So I'm halfway through sipping when this Beanish guy bursts into the square, panting like a Piranha Plant that's just chased a Fireball. Bright yellow waistcoat, polka-dot cravat, hair all wild like he'd just been in a wind tunnel with a bag of lightning. He yells, 'LUIGI! Our town is doomed! Our prized Golden Turnip has been stolen!'
Now, you know me, bro. I can't ignore a cry for help. Also, I didn't have any plans that afternoon except maybe polishing my spare overalls. He explains this whole 'Legend of Three Harvests' thing, ancient Beanish prophecy, whoever holds the Golden Turnip gets unmatched culinary power, probably something to do with stew. I zone out for a bit wondering if there's a similar legend about spaghetti, but when I tune back in he's begging me to save the day.
Naturally, I say yes.
Here's the problem. The Golden Turnip's location is hidden. To find it, I need the Compass of Yesteryear. Great name, right? Sounds like something you'd find in a mystery novel next to a dusty candlestick. He tells me it's in Dry Dry Outpost, held by an elderly Koopa named Crankleback. So off I go.
Dry Dry Outpost was as hot as ever. You could fry an egg on your hat brim there. I pop into Crankleback's shop and find him behind the counter, so wrinkled you could fold him up and put him in an envelope. He says, 'Luigi, you can have the compass… if you defeat the guardian of the Sandpit Caverns.'
I'm thinking, no big deal. I've faced Boos, Koopas, even that one time with the sentient blender. I get to the caverns, expecting a big scary monster. Instead, it's a clock. A massive, thirty-foot-tall clock. It's got arms, it's got legs, it's got this deep voice that keeps booming, 'TIME IS BROKEN.' I've never fought a timepiece before, so I'm a little off my game.
The way to beat it? Set the time correctly. Sounds easy. Except the clock's been wrong for 300 years, the hands kept trying to bite me, and every time I got close it asked me for the square root of 144, which I can never remember under pressure. Eventually, I figure out you have to wind it backwards twelve and a half hours while humming the Koopa Village theme. Humming, not whistling. Don't ask how I knew. Hero instinct.
The moment I get it right, the clock bursts into confetti and sandwiches. Not even the same type of sandwiches. One had lettuce, one had something purple that glowed in the dark, one had no filling at all. Inside the gears? The Compass of Yesteryear.
I take it, thank the clock (because you never know when you'll need a clock on your side), and head to Beanish Town. The compass points me straight into the Misty Mangroves. The smell there? Imagine leaving mushrooms, damp socks, and old cabbage in a sauna for a week. I'm wading through swamp muck, fending off mosquitoes that could carry away a Goomba, when I spot it. The Golden Turnip. Shining like a beacon of hope in the muck.
That's when the Shy Guys show up. Leather jackets, matching embroidered patches that say 'The Masked Menace'. Their leader says, 'Nice turnip, green guy. We'll sell it back to you for 500 coins.' Which is ridiculous. Who carries 500 coins just for vegetable emergencies?
So I challenge them to high-stakes hopscotch.
Bro, you have never seen hopscotch like this. Pebbles flying, legs kicking, crowd cheering. I don't even know where the crowd came from, maybe they were just swamp locals. At one point I'm sure an earthquake happened, but we just kept playing. The final round comes down to me and their leader. He trips on his own mask, I nail the final square, and boom. Golden Turnip secured.
I bring it back to the Beanish guy. He thanks me, says I've saved his people from culinary ruin, and hands me… a coupon. For half-off soup. At his aunt's diner. Which is two days away. And expired last Tuesday.
But hey, another grand adventure for the books, right?"
Crimsondusk
Member
Nier automata
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Hashassin
Member
Don't worry, I still watch this from time to time. Wondering WHAT I LIVE FOOOOOR.
