Dr. "Huey" Emmerich

"My father worked on the Manhattan Project. In a lifetime of research, he produced two things. The illusion of peace through deterrence... and me and my useless legs. One way or the other, I had to face up to the nukes."

[books-n-quotes]

Maybe everybody in the whole damn world is scared of each other.

John Steinbeck, Of Mice and Men

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[myliobatoidei-blog]

important announcement !

it’s pretty much a done deal now. I’m next in the wait list for a residential OCD treatment facility and will probably be admitted into the program next Wednesday. I have a lot to get done before then, and a long drive, and I don’t know what my internet access will be like there.

so this is a formal announcement of hiatus for my blogs. I love you all and I expect to be back in a couple months or so. (and be much, much healthier!)

I’m nervous, I’m scared, I’m excited, and I know this is what will be best for me. I’m very lucky to have the chance to take part in this program.

while I’m there, I do know I can receive mail, so if you would like the address and info, I’ll gladly give it to you once I know what it is. just shoot me a message and I’ll compile a list of who to inform.

thank you all for how understanding you have been. I’ll miss you guy, but I’ll see you on the other side of this very rickety and scary bridge I need to cross.

[its-michael-emerson]

And…28 days until the Blue Screen of Death.

[facing-the-nukes-blog]

•message me owed threads please for I am a fool and have lost them. •sorry I haven't been here. other muses have demanded more attention and huey was perfectly happy to sit in the corner and pretend he didn't exist or murder anyone.

[its-michael-emerson]

[2.08 “Til Death”]

[kryptojuice]

“r u taken?” yes bitch taken for granted

[erythropsiia-deactivated2016121]

Hello! Could everyone please do me a favor and give this post a like/share if you’re a Metal Gear rper!? Whether you’re following me or not it’d be a big help, I’m trying to make a directory post and could really use your help with the preliminary post, thank you!

[ciircumserpent]

facing-the-nukes:

Huey huffed, not excited at the prospect of going out at all, much less for this. He wanted to weasel out of it, and in a different time, a different place, with different people, he could have. He’d once been good at that. But Solid Snake saw through everything.

“You don’t need me there,” he said. (It was worth a shot.)

       Snake gazed at Huey for a while, then lowered his cigarette and exhaled a stream of smoke into the other’s face. “Actually, Mister Peace Walker, we do need you there, to check over the schematics and verify some of the documents.” Hal could have done the schematics alone, but having another pair of eyes wouldn’t hurt anything.

[facing-the-nukes-blog]

Huey coughed, trying to get the taste of cigarette smoke out of his mouth, shooting Snake a glare. He wasn't sure whether the title bestowed upon him or Snake's use of smoke as an annoyance was more bothersome.

"Don't call me that." Huey gathered some papers from his desk that he might need, signaling his agreement to go.

[the-artful-gin-blog]

Huey Emmerich the bobcat and Stella the wolf. (Stella is @metalgearquinn ‘s!)

[facing-the-nukes-blog]

guess who else drew Stella and Huey last night and by last night I mean at four in the morning.

[metalzsolid-deactivated20180619]

once upon a time, quinn and @facing-the-nukes had a fantastic Skype RP between one trash dad and one garbage oc, and they accidentally fell in love and made me stay up at 4 AM and draw their dumb butts for like 3 hours and it was all very upsetting but here they are.

[facing-the-nukes-blog]

this was after I swore Huey would never fall in love with anyone other than Strangelove (because I didn’t think he could) and then he did because Stella is fantastic and I

this is perfect, Quinn

[ciircumserpent]

“Have you not got it into your thick head yet? I’m not walking anywhere!” // facing-the-nukes

       “Doctor Emmerich,” Snake said, cutting him off calmly, “I know. Relax. I’ll be wheeling you there, if that’s what you want, or you can wheel yourself. Either way, we’re all going, so there’s no point in complaining. You’re not weaseling out of this. You’re free to try, though, if you like the sound of your own voice.”

[facing-the-nukes-blog]

Huey huffed, not excited at the prospect of going out at all, much less for this. He wanted to weasel out of it, and in a different time, a different place, with different people, he could have. He'd once been good at that. But Solid Snake saw through everything.

"You don't need me there," he said. (It was worth a shot.)

[facing-the-nukes-blog]

out of schemes

I know I owe replies I’m just not sure who to, so like if I owe.

Message to plot. I mean it, nerds. All of you.

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[ciircumserpent]

@facing-the-nukes

Huey settled back into his chair, breathing out a soft sigh. It wasn’t his fault. None of this was. Metal Gear was meant to be a deterrent, not an actual weapon. And they’d taken it and… it wasn’t his fault. Shuffling through the old papers, designs, he felt a wave of nostalgia. He had loved Metal Gear like it was his own child. Had Hal felt the same way?

“It’s not… it wasn’t like that. I…” Huey trailed off, setting the papers aside. “I meant for Metal Gear to be a deterrent. Hot Coldman. Big Boss. Skull Face. They had different ideas.”

       “There’s no such thing as a deterrent,” Snake said, folding his arms. “Eventually, for it to serve its purpose, it has to be used in an attack, or it’s not effective. The idea that deterrents are non-violent is a myth cooked up by governments and people like Big Boss so they can say that they were in the right when they build weapons like Metal Gear. And that’s what they are – weapons. Weapons that are meant to do one thing: kill.”

[facing-the-nukes-blog]

Huey's shoulders slumped forward and he pushes the papers further away, as though that would somehow distance him from what he had designed, created. "I never meant for this to happen," he murmured. It had been true, in the beginning. Metal Gear had been built as a deterrent, Huey ignorant to what could happen, how it could be used. But over time, Huey had become as corrupted himself as those he had once detested. "I... how did this happen?" How did he go from a young man who had wanted to protect the world from nuclear war, one who despised killing, to a man who had murdered his own wife, gambled with people's lives, and created weapons he knew would be used to kill.

[facing-the-nukes-blog]

Huey shuffled around the mercenary nervously, his mechanical legs not meant for such precise avoiding maneuvers but managing regardless. He didn't like to come into near contact with any of the men, and this one was no different. "Excuse me," he mumbled, head ducked as he walked past.