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Kokonoe: In the decrepit wasteland that is modern civilization, it's not terribly hard to believe that the leaders of our nations are mere puppets, dancing to the whims of the powers that be. From the depths of rotten, diseased countries come two men crafted for the sole purpose of leading the people like pawns to their positions on the board.
Junko: King Bradly, the former King of Fullmetal Alchemist.
Ann: And Solidus Snake, the former president of Metal Gear.
Junko: Homunculus VS Super Soldier, Fuhrer VS President, Amestris VS America. This is a battle that will decide the fate of nations, define the direction of society, and... was probably orchestrated by the Patriots all along.
Kokonoe: Either way, the stage is set and the combatants are ready.
Junko: It's time for a Death Battle!
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Inside an abandoned military base, four soldiers stood at the entrance aiming their guns at the door. Solidus Snake approached behind the soldiers wearing a large, black cloak.
Solidus: What is the meaning of this?
Soldier: Enemy troops sir! We took most of them out, but their general single-handedly took out 20 of our men and destroyed our tank!
Solidus: Jack?
Soldier: No, it's-
The door suddenly crumbled as King Bradley started to walk in wearing his military uniform.
Bradley: I apologize folks. The door was in my way.
Solidus: Hmph. Just another common man. What are you waiting for? Fire!
The soldiers started firing bullets at Bradley, but the Fuhrer was already behind them. He glared at Solidus as all the soldiers were cut down and their corpses fell dead to the ground.
Solidus: Impressive. I didn't even see you draw your sword.
Bradley: Really? I'd say that was a little rusty. And besides, these men weren't much of a challenge to begin with.
Solidus: I won't deny that. They were nothing more than tools in my path to freedom.
Bradley: So that makes you their boss. Then so long as we're enemies, you care to give this old man a round or two?
