>>64211081
It happened eight months ago. Kojima was family friends with my family, and so I had known him for some time. One day, I bumped into him at an LA screening of Escape from New York. We sat down, had some coffee, talked for a few minutes when he asked me to come to his place. He wanted me to look at some writing he was doing and maybe help him with it. Since I knew him for so long, I said okay. We arrived at his place, and he told me to take a seat on his couch while he got his scripts. I waited for about a minute, and then he called me to come over to him. I started walking over, and as I turned a corner, he appeared in front of me holding a knife and a toy gun and he yelled "CQC" and knocked my face to the ground. I blacked out and woke up tied to his bed. he stood in front of me, wearing a bandana and a skintight suit that only covered his torso, his lower half totally naked. He started speaking to me, "I see you've got yourserf a pretty soridu Snakeu. I didn't wan to do this, but I have no choiceu, I just need to push my gay agendicku into you. You should have remembered the basics of CQC." He then started forcing maniacal, strange laughter but had to stop as he started to cough. I was confused and terrified. Then he looked at me, raised his arms, and hissed like a Snake. He yelled "ARE YOU READY FOR MY SORIDU SNAKEU?!" Then he raped me. Every few seconds he would exclaim "JUST RIKE MY JAPANESE ANIMES!" I cried and begged for him to stop, but it was no good. Near the end of it all, as he was close to finishing, he started to stare directly into my eyes, and kept repeating over and over again: "David Hayter, David Hayter, David Hayter, David Hayter". And then, he pulled back for one final thrust, howled, and then screamed "Do you rike THIS?!" And it was all over.
And that's how Hideo Kojima ruined my life.