I'll never forgot the night before the Renaissance expansion went live for UO, all hell was breaking lose in Britain. Many undead were attacking town. The town crier was yelling "Run for Ye Fucking Lives!"
An opening monologue that gave me chills when I first heard it, descending into the depths of the ruined city of Rapture in Bioshock:
"I am Andrew Ryan, and I'm here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? 'No!' says the man in Washington, 'It belongs to the poor.' 'No!' says the man in the Vatican, 'It belongs to God.' 'No!' says the man in Moscow, 'It belongs to everyone.' I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose... Rapture, a city where the artist would not fear the censor, where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality, Where the great would not be constrained by the small! And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city as well."
Link, because the voice actor behind Andrew Ryan did an excellent job:
Just rub a little bear grease on it and it'll be good as new.
Ho, look! An outlander. Are you lost, poor thing? Did the big, bad beasts bite you, so you need a healer? Or do you need our trader, so he can take your gold and give you things we would throw away or give to our guar?
This forum is broken. It is time to move to proboards, because they're broken.
Kirsten Geary (TSW): “The Illuminati are very achievement focused. It's like Xbox - only everything is hardcore.”
Well, if KG, loved her phone conversation which we walk into, so she hangs up: (on the phone) Oh, stop crying, you are forty years old. It takes hours to die from a gut shot like that. (pause) Literally hours, it's a total drag. (pause) So I'll call you later. Okay? Okay, ciao-ciao.
Left Guard: ...and I'm telling you that the only stench heartier than your rotting burrick of a master is the liquor on his fetid breath. If he comes near Lady Van Vernon again, we'll boil his knickers.
Right Guard: Oh ho! Mighty fine words coming from a knock-kneed, inbred pageboy, such as yourself. Our good Master Wiley wouldn't be caught near that frumpy, little trollop, unless he were holding her back at the end of a halberd.
LG: How dare you defile the name of someone so good and virtuous as the lady Van Vernon? Our lady is a saint among mortal woman, an angel so pure the heavens couldn't hold her.
RG: Wha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Ah, your lady, an angel? You're lucky the Dockside Whorekeep aren't bashing down her door for stealing their clientele. Why just last night, I saw her out back warming up the stable boy.
LG: Such slander will not be tolerated while we're on watch. You'd best run and rescue your helpless, limp lord before he flounders on his own vomit or wakes up naked in a hen coop. Scurry off, or you'll acquire some unnecessary ventilation!
RG: Is that a threat, you shriveled old maids? You gonna prick us with your sewing needles? On this side of the street, we shoot like soldiers, so don't make promises your arrows can't keep.
LG: You've gone... you've gone too far this time you camel-mannered, tunic-wetting mollycoddle! An arrow in the throat ought to shut you up!
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Mend and Defend
"Stupidity is not a right." -Moira, Overwatch
An opening monologue that gave me chills when I first heard it, descending into the depths of the ruined city of Rapture in Bioshock:
"I am Andrew Ryan, and I'm here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? 'No!' says the man in Washington, 'It belongs to the poor.' 'No!' says the man in the Vatican, 'It belongs to God.' 'No!' says the man in Moscow, 'It belongs to everyone.' I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose... Rapture, a city where the artist would not fear the censor, where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality, Where the great would not be constrained by the small! And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city as well."
Link, because the voice actor behind Andrew Ryan did an excellent job:
Arlo at Oxford Station
"You ever had a duck slapped across your face so hard you black the **** out?"
Seen any Elves? Hahahaha!
Just rub a little bear grease on it and it'll be good as new.
Ho, look! An outlander. Are you lost, poor thing? Did the big, bad beasts bite you, so you need a healer? Or do you need our trader, so he can take your gold and give you things we would throw away or give to our guar?
Kirsten Geary (TSW): “The Illuminati are very achievement focused. It's like Xbox - only everything is hardcore.”
~~ postlarval ~~
(on the phone) Oh, stop crying, you are forty years old. It takes hours to die from a gut shot like that.
(pause) Literally hours, it's a total drag.
(pause) So I'll call you later. Okay? Okay, ciao-ciao.
That's a caring faction handler
Cryomatrix
You can see my sci-fi/WW2 book recommendations.
How pointlessly tragic
Left Guard: ...and I'm telling you that the only stench heartier than your rotting burrick of a master is the liquor on his fetid breath. If he comes near Lady Van Vernon again, we'll boil his knickers.
Right Guard: Oh ho! Mighty fine words coming from a knock-kneed, inbred pageboy, such as yourself. Our good Master Wiley wouldn't be caught near that frumpy, little trollop, unless he were holding her back at the end of a halberd.
LG: How dare you defile the name of someone so good and virtuous as the lady Van Vernon? Our lady is a saint among mortal woman, an angel so pure the heavens couldn't hold her.
RG: Wha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Ah, your lady, an angel? You're lucky the Dockside Whorekeep aren't bashing down her door for stealing their clientele. Why just last night, I saw her out back warming up the stable boy.
LG: Such slander will not be tolerated while we're on watch. You'd best run and rescue your helpless, limp lord before he flounders on his own vomit or wakes up naked in a hen coop. Scurry off, or you'll acquire some unnecessary ventilation!
RG: Is that a threat, you shriveled old maids? You gonna prick us with your sewing needles? On this side of the street, we shoot like soldiers, so don't make promises your arrows can't keep.
LG: You've gone... you've gone too far this time you camel-mannered, tunic-wetting mollycoddle! An arrow in the throat ought to shut you up!
RG: Whaaa! Have at thee!
Quest: Gouging Out Their Hearts
Talking to NPC before completing quest, "What are you waiting for, a spoon?"
- Tahriel, Elder Scrolls III Morrowind
"The ending isn't any more important thatn any of the moments leading to it."
- Rosaline, To The Moon
"There was a hole here. It's gone now."
- Wall, Silent Hill 2
"Power is beautiful, and I have power!"
- Flea, Chrono Trigger
"Beings that are born of dreams must return to them..."
- Enlightened Woman, Chrono Trigger