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

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.

the sky is falling, the wind is calling. stand for something or die in the morning.

someone who works hard can never beat someone who enjoys himself.

I remember nothing, and I hope I never will.

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

I grow tired of hearing about the world!

your life is yours to live. you shouldn't have to justify it to anyone else.

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

prepare for unforeseen consequences.

woe betide the man who stands opposed to the weapon of light, for death will be his reward. death for him and his kin and all that he holds dear.

let's make some memories.

piss off, kupo.

there is no place for me other than the battlefield. to live as I please, and die a senseless death. that is who I am. not a mere man of flesh. war is part of my existence.

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

guess if you want to save the world, that's the first step - get fucked in the head.

time to party like it's 2023.

let's make some memories.

I'm so fucking normal right now.

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

the sky is falling, the wind is calling. stand for something or die in the morning.

I feel different. I can't feel my body anymore. I see my memories, captured in little cubes...

prepare for unforeseen consequences.

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

the man who gets beat down isn't the loser. the guy who can't tough it out to the end, he's the one who loses.

do not squander it, the legacy I leave you.

you can do it. it's nothing. do it for the city. go.

the undoing of atoms called to me.

I have lived a thousand, THOUSAND of your lives. I have broken bread with you, fought with you, grown ill, grown old, sired children, and yes, welcomed death's sweet embrace!

serve...save...slave...slay...

you can do it. it's nothing. do it for the city. go.

I feel different. I can't feel my body anymore. I see my memories, captured in little cubes...

guess if you want to save the world, that's the first step - get fucked in the head.

do not seek forgiveness, for it will not ease the burden. it weighs as it should.

a smile better suits a hero.

piss off, kupo.

as a child, I yearned for the mines.

though the losses be grave, endure them. though the victories be hollow, claim them.

did you think a mere monkey like you could defeat a GOD?

you are the first crack in the sheer face of god. from you it will spread.

here be lions, follow me.

if living means bowing down to the likes of you bastards, I’d rather die on my feet with my head held high.

wake the fuck up, samurai. we've got a city to burn.

hell take us, heaven can wait.

once you're at rock bottom, the only way forward is up.

twelve thousand years and NOTHING has changed.

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

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

you're fucking subhuman.

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?