Died Once, Gone to A Hellish Place. Died the Second Time...Gone to Heaven?

Once a prized product of the Armacham Technology Corporation, Paxton Fettel was trained to be a highly trained Psychic Commander, who can psychically command a battalion of cloned super-soldiers. A month before the ATC was going to demostrate what he was able to do in front of potential buyers of the United States military, his dead and psychically powerful mother synchronized her mind with his to lead an uprising against the ATC, and to set her free; to which the ATC has named it, The Second Synchronization Event. The first happened when he was only 10 years old, but he was only able to kill 6 Origin Staff members before being tranquilized. During the Second Synchronization Event, Fettel led his deadly revolt, killing everyone who he ran into in order to find out where they kept his mother, Alma Wade, to set her free. Eventually, he was stopped by his own brother, who was part of the F.E.A.R. team that was sent in to deal with the situation at Armacham's Headquarters. His brother shot Fettel in the head, killing him instantly before blowing up the Origin's reactor to try and stop Alma...which didn't work at all. 

Once Fettel died, he was furious at his brother for killing him, after telling him that they were brothers, and that Alma was their mother. His anger toward his brother changed when he learned that his mother was only using him to get free, and that she wanted him to be with her forever. When he refused to be with her in death, and wanting to live, she imprisoned him. Soon after, the Psychic Commander was able to make contact with Replica #813. The child form of Alma saw 813, and other Replicas her son was able to take control, and even saw her own son as a threat to her. So, she tried everything she could to stop 813 and other super-soldiers that were trying to get to Fettel to free him from Alma's prison. When 813 finally reached the center of the blast area, he defeated Alma's minions, and freed the Psychic Commander. Fettel knew that 813 was a perfected clone of himself; thus, able to withstand it when he possessed the Replica after 813 freed him. 

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Deck The Halls

Ghost sat alone in a suburban house in someone else's heaven... someone else's heaven decorated in bright Christmas lights and all the trappings of small-town America holiday cheer. He could hear faint notes of Silent Night travel through the chill air from time to time. Instead of making him feel better, though, it reminded him just how far from home he was.

He sat alone on the couch, staring at the fireplace and God knows who's stockings, drinking egg nog like it was going out of style. He remembered how he and Soap had gone bar hopping last Christmas and partied with a group of santas and elves all night, and chuckled a bit. "Right odd sight we must've been." His smile faded quickly, however. His best friend wasn't here... which was a good thing, but he still missed him so much. Collapse )

Finally an intro.

Preston has been through and seen as well as done quite a bit in his life time. First he had been a part of the utter destruction of the most deadliest mercenary force on the planet. Next he became a part of special forces and destroyed what could have been the world's most destructive weapon.

Perhaps it was because of some of these heroic, and decidedly awesome and badass deeds that he was surprised to find himself offed, not by the Russian he had encountered during the massive, and successful invasion of Moscow which ended the war with Russia, but by a simple engine failure of the aircraft which was meant to bring him and other soldiers home safely. Well he certainly did not see it coming, but had he Preston would have thought it to be a fairly funny. He figured with as many battles and near death experiences that he would have gone down in a hail of bullets and not from an airplane falling some 30,000 feet above sea level.

He would also have a few thoughts one what the guys in his squad would have thought if, and when, they figured out how he went down. Hell they probably would have thought the same thing as well. His parents and family back state-side though probably had no idea of his heroic deeds and thus the entire joke would more-than likely be lost on them.

Regardless these were thoughts that Preston Marlowe would have to figure out for himself as he opened his eyes and found himself laying in some...place? He would have thought that the afterlife would be a bit more dramatic than this.

ir chain smoking with cancer sticks!

Heaven has Changed

Snake is sitting on a rock and staring at a view of a huge glorious lake.Nothing much he could do on heaven but to remember how he got shot. It went all too fast,memories seeps into his mind of him at a place that he hasn't been in years,Shadow Moses. So many events happened and yet the one thing that struck his mind is that he was crushed by a Gekko.The cries of his partner Otacon and Raiden shouting at him echoing in his thoughts. He sighs and lits up another cigarette.

Welcome to Heaven

Ghost wakes up slowly, feeling every creak and movement in his bones as he does so. Dear God, felt like he'd been hit by a bus. That's when he remembered. "Bastard tricked us," he groaned, finally managing to sit up. "Shot me, lit me on fire... got Roach too." He stretched a bit, and pulled out a cigarette, lifting up his mask and placing it between his dry lips.

Looking around, his surroundings weren't all that different from where he had died- a frost-covered field in the middle of an evergreen forest. There were animal tracks, and he could hear a bird in the distance, but there wasn't a soul around. No vehicles or buildings either, for that matter. And instead of a sun hanging in the sky, there was an ethereal whitish blue light that seemed to make everything glow, even the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

"So I'm dead, then?" He wondered, taking a puff of his cigarette. "Must say, heaven is underwhelming."