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of time for a comfortable life even after having raised children. But all everyone seemed to care about was global warming, endangered animals, or tomorrow’s stock prices. No matter how high the bodies piled, those with food, clothing, and shelter continued about their days unperturbed.
Jack was from that Africa.
The Republic of Liberia was born with the return of slaves from America. The founders of the nation based their new homeland upon the structure of the country where they had been forced to labor—a constitution and code of laws, a bicameral parliament, and a president who would serve as the head of the government. One way of looking at Liberia was as a doppelgänger of America.
But in the second half of the twentieth century, Liberia was gripped by a succession of civil wars. A dark rift ran between the native Africans and the Americo-Liberians, and poverty and hunger fanned the flames of a seemingly endless struggle for power.
Jack was born to one of the few white Liberian families.
At that time, the insurgent forces of the National Patriotic Front of Liberia were clashing with the government army, which was backed by the Economic Community of West African States. Factions among them shifted, splinter groups formed, and old groups dissolved, and the war even spilled into neighboring Sierra Leone. The situation devolved into chaos.
Jack’s parents were killed, and the young boy was kidnapped and conscripted into the rebel army.
He was forced to ritually chop off the arm of one of his friends as if it were a piece of kindling. He was indoctrinated to hate perfectly innocent villagers, given gunpowder to be snorted like cocaine, and made to watch Rambo again and again. In order for him to survive, his conscience rotted away. It didn’t take long.
Jack’s squad was called a “Small Boy Unit.”
Too young to know fear or the value of their own lives, they were able conscripts. Adult soldiers were burdened by too many values to have any hope of easily reaching the children’s grotesque, calm plateau.
Jack was haunted by the memories of this time—or, to be more honest, he ran from them.
He ran from the memories of the women, the little girls, and the fathers he killed with not a moment of hesitation, following orders.
He ran from the nickname—White Devil—that he earned through his fighting prowess.
With the end of the war, he was rescued by a human rights group and sent to America, where he joined the army and, eventually, the High-Tech Special Forces Unit FOXHOUND.
Jack focused all of his energy into his training and on a budding relationship with a woman named Rosemary. Through his pursuits, he ran from his past—from the casual slaughter prompted only by an order.
Some might say he had sought a petty and cowardly refuge in his new life, but for the first time Jack was able to find himself.
His first and only FOXHOUND mission was to rescue the kidnapped president from Big Shell—a marine decontamination facility and international symbol of environmental protection efforts that had been constructed to clean up the catastrophic oil spill left behind by the sunken tanker where Solid Snake was thought to have drowned.
When President James Johnson came for a personal inspection of the facility, a rogue counterterrorist unit, Dead Cell, seized control of the plant. The forces were aided by Russian mercenary forces and under the direct control of former US president George Sears.
Before given the code name Raiden for that mission, his FOXHOUND code name was Snake. The entire incident had been carefully planned to turn Jack into Snake.
From the terrorist stronghold in an isolated marine location to threats of kidnapping and nuclear attack, to countless smaller details, the Big Shell Incident was a purposeful recreation of the conditions Snake faced on Shadow Moses.
Believing that anyone faced with an identical story under identical circumstances would become Snake, the Patriots set the
Jack was from that Africa.
The Republic of Liberia was born with the return of slaves from America. The founders of the nation based their new homeland upon the structure of the country where they had been forced to labor—a constitution and code of laws, a bicameral parliament, and a president who would serve as the head of the government. One way of looking at Liberia was as a doppelgänger of America.
But in the second half of the twentieth century, Liberia was gripped by a succession of civil wars. A dark rift ran between the native Africans and the Americo-Liberians, and poverty and hunger fanned the flames of a seemingly endless struggle for power.
Jack was born to one of the few white Liberian families.
At that time, the insurgent forces of the National Patriotic Front of Liberia were clashing with the government army, which was backed by the Economic Community of West African States. Factions among them shifted, splinter groups formed, and old groups dissolved, and the war even spilled into neighboring Sierra Leone. The situation devolved into chaos.
Jack’s parents were killed, and the young boy was kidnapped and conscripted into the rebel army.
He was forced to ritually chop off the arm of one of his friends as if it were a piece of kindling. He was indoctrinated to hate perfectly innocent villagers, given gunpowder to be snorted like cocaine, and made to watch Rambo again and again. In order for him to survive, his conscience rotted away. It didn’t take long.
Jack’s squad was called a “Small Boy Unit.”
Too young to know fear or the value of their own lives, they were able conscripts. Adult soldiers were burdened by too many values to have any hope of easily reaching the children’s grotesque, calm plateau.
Jack was haunted by the memories of this time—or, to be more honest, he ran from them.
He ran from the memories of the women, the little girls, and the fathers he killed with not a moment of hesitation, following orders.
He ran from the nickname—White Devil—that he earned through his fighting prowess.
With the end of the war, he was rescued by a human rights group and sent to America, where he joined the army and, eventually, the High-Tech Special Forces Unit FOXHOUND.
Jack focused all of his energy into his training and on a budding relationship with a woman named Rosemary. Through his pursuits, he ran from his past—from the casual slaughter prompted only by an order.
Some might say he had sought a petty and cowardly refuge in his new life, but for the first time Jack was able to find himself.
His first and only FOXHOUND mission was to rescue the kidnapped president from Big Shell—a marine decontamination facility and international symbol of environmental protection efforts that had been constructed to clean up the catastrophic oil spill left behind by the sunken tanker where Solid Snake was thought to have drowned.
When President James Johnson came for a personal inspection of the facility, a rogue counterterrorist unit, Dead Cell, seized control of the plant. The forces were aided by Russian mercenary forces and under the direct control of former US president George Sears.
Before given the code name Raiden for that mission, his FOXHOUND code name was Snake. The entire incident had been carefully planned to turn Jack into Snake.
From the terrorist stronghold in an isolated marine location to threats of kidnapping and nuclear attack, to countless smaller details, the Big Shell Incident was a purposeful recreation of the conditions Snake faced on Shadow Moses.
Believing that anyone faced with an identical story under identical circumstances would become Snake, the Patriots set the
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