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Basically The Pig in fetal stage on anabolic steroids. Lots of anabolic steroids.
(Nevermind, he's on the mend after the last patch...)

This exquisite display of ass-whooping provided by the- the private military contract agency Maverick, apparently, is a perfect example of how to take the “sh*t” out of the “bullsh*t” and make it just “bull”. While that comparison doesn’t make much sense, i think the point still stands.

So anyways, we are granted with the miraculous ability to become a white african cyborg ninja wielding a mcf*cking, c*cksucking, mothercu*king lazer katana. That makes Raiden, the japanese aircra- i mean the Metal Gear Raiden, able to cut through the fabric of reality and space-time itself with just as much ease as taking a lollipop from a baby. While i admit, that sounds very cool, that is only the tip of the iceberg of what MGR has to offer in it’s wonderful, war-consumed, corrupt and lacking a significant amount of african cyborg ninja world. Prepare to truly meet your match, slice more than two arms off a french lady, have a meme-filled conversation with a bunch of cubed pickles held together by flex tape, uno reverse a helicopter-riding Osama Bin Laden, have an old-fashioned samurai duel with a brazilian blessed with the miracle of double jumping and beat to death the second politician that Mitsubishi J2M Raiden has had the pleasure of beating to death. Delve straight into a cocaine-induced frenzy with the help of Joe Raiden’s PTSD Devil Trigger Persona: Requiem, also known as “Ripper Mode” and cook a perfectly rare steak out of the remains of what used to be a team of four while combo’ing the absolute sh*t out of your 1983 Microsoft Mouse and slightly greasy mechanical keyboard. Do it all, rinse and repeat, repeat and rinse, until you realize the
PERFECTION
of this hallucinogenic masterpiece.

Short:
Overall, 10/10, would absolutely do the helicopter chase part again.

This game is a classic. A good one ;)