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When I returned to reality, a week had passed. I liberated myself from the mouse and keyboard for the first time in several dozen hours and entered the bathroom. Reflected in the mirror was an unbelievably dangerous person; in short, me. The stubble from not shaving, my greasy hair, empty eyes, slack jaw.... a dropout, unemployed hikikomori who anyone would avoid, who no one would want to go near... a dirty, disheveled, stinking, nightmarish... A lolicon stood there. "Ugh." I weakly slid onto the bathroom floor. How could things have come to this?

...What had been done could never be undone. I had ... I had collected lolita images from all over the world. And I hadn’t been satisfied with images alone. I had even gotten involved with video data, in formats like MPEG and RealMovie. My 30GB hard drive was full of the indecent bodies of little girls who, in truth, I pitied. <br> <br> I can’t go on. I just can’t go on. A lolicon hikikomori is pretty much the worst thing ever. I’m less than human. I’m a monster. I can’t keep living. I can never walk in the light of day again. <br> <br> True, I certainly was a hikikomori. I was fairly certain that I wasn’t a lolicon, though. My tastes were pretty conventional, and I had, in fact, even liked older women. Even so, now... <br> <br> “Ahhh ... hunh hunh!” Unbearable sobs poured forth, and my tears gushed onto the floor. They were tears of atonement. Yes, I acknowledged my mistakes, and I wanted to reform myself now. I wanted to change. But it was already too late. <br> <br> I finally decided enough was enough. I had to rejoin society as a member of its own. Slowly my hands turned the knob of my front door as I... <br> <br> <b>OPEN THE DOOR, GET ON THE FLOOR. EVERYBODY WALK THE DINOSAUR!</b> <br> <br> <img src="http://postfiles4.naver.net/20110608_115/fghjkl1255_1307466554579WXGO2_GIF/6e865117a741d93fc8888f90cdb35d987aa81204.gif?type=w3">

"Argh!" It hurt. I was in pain. Mm chest hurt. My heart was breaking with guilt. I didn't want to be a lolicon or anything of the sort but now, nonetheless, I was a first-rate lolicon hikikomori, the most worthless piece of human garbage who ever lived. Still, listen: You're wrong. You're making a mistake! I don't want to lock up a girl in my room or anything like that! I don't want to kidnap anyone! You're wrong. I'm not the one who committed that crime! Please, believe me! Trust me! Don't look at me like that! Don't look at me! But . . . red schoolbags. And recorders. And innocent girls playing in the park. Gah! ------ I'm done for, done for, done for! I should die, die, die right away. What's that noise? Shut up...

What does Snake mean by "armed with five-five-sixers and pineapples"? "556" means 5,56 mm bullets, right? Pineapples is slang for grenades. The outside shell of some grenades have "bumps" that make the grenade look like a pinapple, like the Soviet F1 grenade Armed with NATO weapons that fire 5.56 mm rounds and shrapnel grenades. I don't think its clear which kind of grenades are used in the game, but certainly not anything Soviet or Russian. Their weapons are from the bases' stockpiles. --67.172.13.176 09:54, 7 February 2009 (UTC) I just read some about grenades, and American grenades with the type of shell you referred to are also well known as 'pineapples'. In recent years, the US army has stopped using them and have smooth, round ones instead. I would assume the grenades in the game are within the M26 to M61 series of grenades. I would guess that they are infact the F1 Grenade, the french ones, since they are using french weapons such as famas. FN Herstal is Belgian, not French. True, but FN Herstal doesn't make the FAMAS, which is a French weapon. The FA-MAS is made by the French Arms Manufacturer called MAS.

haha...pineapples that is awesome