Kathleen warned me about the extended MGS5 (or Tears Of The Fanbase as I am relaying information to one of my best mates) and this is what I essentially said:
When I was in secondary school, I had a black bandanna. I wore it every day, to the point where a younger student asked me if it was for some sort of religious reason. Unless Solid Snake has started The Cult of the Cardboard Box behind my back, no. I wore it through a big chunk of college, too. You might find that sort of thing cute or childish but I’ve never cared either way. It’s been a great comfort to me during harrowing dentist appointments, and any time I have freaked out about what the hell I am doing with life; including the first few times I decided I was going to try and stand on a stage in front of a throng of strangers to try and make them laugh with nothing but a bunch of words.
"Let’s keep it. As a reminder. … A reminder of how to live."
When I got to uni I draped it over my mirror, so I’d at least know where it was if I didn’t wear it, and for months it’s been sitting crumpled and neglected somewhere amongst the crap by my bed.
I watched the extended trailer in question, and found myself reaching for it, clinging to it like some sort of Linus blanket and vowing to wear it again sometime soon.
A damn solid friendship began to bloom between me and my best friend through endless, endless MGS jokes. Even the sad stuff. Once, after I’d moved to uni, she called my mobile phone just to leave me an answermachine message that said: “HAL, I MISS YOU.” We laughed. We cried. We did Ocelot hand gestures.
If you play MGS4 enough, you sometimes develop a sort of gallows humour concerning the microwave corridor, and stuff like that. But, for obvious reasons from the trailer, MGS5 is absobloodylutely going to ruin me instead. It looks GOOD, so good, but by the end my bandanna is going to be diamond-stiff from the salt of my tears - which no doubt Hideo Kojima will appear in the middle of the night to lick clean seeing as it’s his main source of nutrition nowadays.
Basically, good luck, and get training your thumbs in case there is more torture-based button mashing. I mean, let’s face it…