Jump 052: Metal Gear Rising

>Jump 52: Metal Gear Rising
>Eight of Wands, reversed (Too much force applied too suddenly.)
>Age: 37
>Location: Tselnoyarsk, Russia
>Identity: Drop-In
>Drawbacks: Raiden's Hit List (+400)
Who knew that relentlessly fucking with Raiden would have consequences? ...who am I kidding? I'm still going to keep fucking with him. Maybe I'll blare Linkin Park when he comes after me during the inevitable fights.
>HF Blade Training (1300)
And now I can deflect bullets with swords. Yay? I wonder if this makes it easier to block blaster bolts with lightsabers.
>Cut At Will (1200)
Cool guys never look at exploding Metal Gears behind them.
>CQC (900, Drop-In)
Sure, I already have CQC, but the application of it toward individuals with beyond-human capabilities is critical. Especially if I'm absurdly fast and strong - it just makes it easier to take down the things that are still stronger than me.
>Master Swordsman (300)
Well, I knew how to use swords before, but this takes it to an entirely new level. Definitely going to be useful.
>High Frequency Manufacture (0)
If I'm going to have a sword, I'm going to make it to MY standards. Turning it into an HF blade is going to be on my terms, not that of some cheap weapon reseller.

"You!"
"Yes, me, Jack. Hello again."
"I'll kill you!"
"Jack, you're still mad that Meryl chose Johnny over you, aren't you? I mean, not that it's a surprise that she wanted a real man. You're what, sixty-eight percent metal, now?"
"Rrrargh!"
"Jack, every time we meet you lose another limb. I'm pretty sure you're basically Darth Vader at this point- oh my god you're as whiny as Anakin Skywalker, this explains EVERYTHING."
"Shut up and die, you bastard!"
"Jack, Jack, Jack. You still have not learned! No matter how fast you can zip around, no matter how strong your body makes you, you're too stupid to not run into a wall of swords and now you are a pincushion."
"I will END you!"
"You don't even have a good reason for wanting me dead aside from making fun of you while you were naked in New York. Now you know why I told you that you should have gotten that Mr. Studd sexual implant. All night, every night, and she'll never know."
"What the hell is wrong with you, you maniac?!"
"Why do you think something's wrong with me? Should I be going on and on about memes and genes and bullshit like that? Am I supposed to explain that I'm an eight foot tall skeleton because of nanomachines, son? It's magic, I ain't gotta explain shit."
"..."
"Now. I know that whatever I've thrown at you for the last... eighteen years?... you come back from, a little faster and stronger, even if I manage to rip off a limb or give you a fatal wound, but you're still the same stupid man that you've always been. Maybe you'd be a threat if they put a computer in your head instead of gray matter. In fact, tell you what, you wanna see something REALLY scary?"
"WHAT THE FUCK?"
"Now have a seat, my dear, and if it's all the same... just sit back and relax WHILE I EAT YOUR BRAINS!"

...

"Otacon, Why have things been so weird around here lately?"
"Don't ask me, Snake. I voted for Armstrong."