Veritas meaning Truth, is the Goddess of Truth,
Aequitas is Latin for “Justice, fairness” and “equality,”
Conspirazzi
Pop Culture Conspiracy Theory
Veritas meaning Truth, is the Goddess of Truth,
Aequitas is Latin for “Justice, fairness” and “equality,”
INT. SHADOW BASE – DEEP UNDERGROUND MILITARY INSTALLATION
Dim lights flicker. Monitors show news clips of Hollywood elites on red carpets. The air is heavy with secrets and sulfur.
SOLID SNAKE, grizzled and scarred, stands before a chained celebrity wearing sunglasses indoors and clutching a platinum Grammy. Snake’s bandana is tattered, but his voice is solid steel.
SOLID SNAKE
(gravelly voice)
They call me Snake. But not like them. I’m the King Snake. The apex predator. I eat other snakes for breakfast — especially the ones slithering through red carpets, whispering lies into the ears of the next generation.
The celebrity smirks.
CELEBRITY
You think you’re better than us? We are the culture. We are the gods.
Snake steps closer, lights a cigar off a sparking console.
SOLID SNAKE
You think you’re Satan?
Then I’ll treat you like Satan.
He slams a tablet down on the table. A hologram projects: a dark asteroid belt mining colony under harsh floodlights. Echoes of prisoners screaming through vacuum suits.
SOLID SNAKE (CONT’D)
One thousand years.
Meteor Mines.
Iridium extraction.
No red carpet, just rust and radiation. The only flashbulbs are laser turrets.
The celebrity gulps.
SOLID SNAKE (CONT’D)
You want out?
Start talking.
Tell me about the Red Carpet Cabal. Start with your handler — the old man behind the curtains. Rothschild. Tell me what he drinks at those galas. Tell me who he really answers to.
The celebrity’s hands start to shake.
CELEBRITY
They’ll kill me…
SOLID SNAKE
(grinning coldly)
No.
I will.
Unless you start ratting.
He turns to the camera, speaking directly to every snake hiding in the velvet shadows of Hollywood.
SOLID SNAKE (CONT’D)
This isn’t just a game anymore.
You want to play god?
Then get ready for judgment.
Snake cracks his knuckles. The sound echoes like thunder.
CUT TO BLACK.
“METAL GEAR: KING SNAKE”
Coming soon.
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INT. DIMLY LIT UNDERGROUND STUDIO – BROKEN PIANOS & CANDLES FLICKER
A crumbling set built to look like a church. SOLID SNAKE stands in the shadows, arms crossed, silent. Across from him, seated on a throne of ruined gold records and crucifixes bent into horns, is MARILYN MANSON — pale, calm, whispering like a ghost in the static.
MANSON
(softly, almost tender)
You want to know why evil always wins, Snake?
Snake doesn’t speak. His jaw tightens.
MANSON (CONT’D)
Because we trust each other.
Because we love each other.
Me, Le Baron Rothschild… my Warner Brothers family. We all love the same things. Secrets. Power.
Buggery.
He grins. Snake flinches.
MANSON (CONT’D)
You think good can win in a world built like this?
Where the cameras worship every perversion,
where every microphone is a snake tongue
telling kids it’s all okay?
Manson rises, walking slowly toward Snake, dragging the hem of a fur coat made from torn children’s show merchandise.
MANSON (CONT’D)
Your mission is noble.
But nobility doesn’t trend.
Snake suddenly steps forward, grabs Manson by the collar, lifts him effortlessly.
SOLID SNAKE
Good can win.
But it has to get dirty.
Manson’s feet dangle, but he laughs.
MANSON
Then welcome to the filth, Snake.
You’re already in the family now.
SOLID SNAKE
No.
I’m the executioner.
With a bone-shattering punch, Snake sends Manson flying through a stained-glass window showing the Warner Bros logo twisted into a pentagram.
Lightning cracks. Sirens wail.
Snake activates his codec.
SOLID SNAKE (CONT’D)
Colonel. Manson confessed.
Prepare the drop pod.
We’re sending these devils back to the asteroid mines.
COLONEL (on comm)
Copy that. One-way ticket to Iridium Station.
Godspeed, Snake.
Snake lights his last cigar as Manson groans in the rubble, whispering:
MANSON
You can kill me…
but the show never ends…
Snake stares down at him.
SOLID SNAKE
Not this season.
CUT TO BLACK.
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