Man, I'm burning to die, they live through a spring of hope, a summer of power.
An autumn of uncertainty and the winter of old age and defeat.
With them, civilizations are born and die.
They are born when an idea brings man together, out of hope, desire, anxiety and hate.
Ideas thrive, igniting the threads of history and burning the world, while their strength keeps them alive and strong.
As this trend gains, they die out.
And when this happens, peoples and nations die with them.
Those ideas, that strength, that fire, are what we call the patrons.
Welcome back Snake.
Pierre, Elizabeth, anyone?
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
The zoom is out, isn't it big chief?
Couldn't expect anything less.
Just like they say it would be. I worked so long, no one actually remembers why it started.
It happens with every war. What's sad is that every time people think it will be the last one, the decisive one.
The new side of the complex is Parker.
If you still want to get in, I'd say that's our only hope.
More are coming, now or never.
Okay, let's go.
So, what's in it for you, big chief? You never said.
Good question.
To tell you the truth, nothing.
I'm saving up my debt to someone.
No!
Thank you.
