can you even remember why you came here? can you even remember how many you killed? how many lives shattered, how many stories ended?

do not squander it, the legacy I leave you.

I want a sandwich.

you're fucking subhuman.

remember...remember us. remember that we once lived.

when you live among the stars, you lose sight of what is happening on the ground.

here be lions, follow me.

you idiot... you were always a brother, never an enemy.

no. we can both be heroes. we're a team. just you and me, like we used to be.

so let there be no way back. from that temptation I sunder us. no more shall man have wings to bear him to paradise. henceforth, he shall walk.

I have to believe our worst moments don't make us monsters.

death shall come to the child in me.

never stop lying. run into that sunset, and never stop lying. until your last breath, you lie. this is the path.

at journey's end, an opportunistic thief makes off with the hero's prize. a paltry way to end a chapter, I concede. yet your tale will continue, and my role in it will scarcely be remembered.

tell me, for whom do you fight?

my journal does suggest that making you happy will help progress my current quest...

save your tears for the morrow. you may be sure we will have ample cause to shed them, be they for joy or despair.

I am a poor wayfaring stranger. I'm traveling through this world of woe.

I just want the world to know I was here. that I mattered.

you fight, then eat good food. you fight, then drink fine wine. you fight, then sleep with beautiful women - hell, fight beautiful women!

stand in the ashes of a trillion dead souls and ask the ghosts if honor matters. the silence is your answer.

tell me, for whom do you fight?

I remember nothing, and I hope I never will.

in your darkest hour, in the blackest night...think of me...and I will be with you. always. for where else could I go? who else could I love but you?

if I gotta die, rather fall into my grave gun in hand and on fire. And not drag anyone down with me.

when you live among the stars, you lose sight of what is happening on the ground.

I HOPE THIS HURTS.

since you have been condemned to die at dawn, you must yourself attempt to stop the sun.

you follow that breadcrumb trail, but when you connect the dots, all you will see is a dick.

silence, warning us to violence. violence, swearing us to silence.

you took my favorite plague.

'it's not your fault things the way they are.' 'everyone tells themselves that. and nothing ever changes.'

we weren't put on this earth to make your life pleasant, fuck-o.

there will be blood.

piss off, kupo.

prepare for unforeseen consequences.

we didn't choose to be born under a dying sun.

excuse me - is this a good place to sit down and die?

I have to believe our worst moments don't make us monsters.

don't make me watch my brother die.

have you made the right choice?

If you ever have the opportunity to sell out, you sell out as hard as you can. It will be the best thing that ever happened to your fucking life! No one ever regretted selling out, except for 'artists' who care about their 'integrity' 'n shit.

just promise me one thing, asshole. you won't forget me.

evil is when nature and spirit meet in the wrong place.

the rains have ceased, and we are blessed with another beautiful day... but you are not here to see it.

a smile better suits a hero.

I want a sandwich.

is this how you save the world? this place looks like hell...

hear me now, you demigods. either lift me up or let me burn.

for the world of man to mean anything, man must OWN the world!