a smile better suits a hero.

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

you're fucking subhuman.

only man has the wisdom and the clarity to embrace violence for its own sake.

the unwavering blade cares not whom it serves nor who it cuts.

oh my. your people have grown so dramatic in the last 100,000 years.

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.

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

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

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

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.

oh yeah. the corpse room. that's a thing.

to think, after all this time, all our lunches together you still don't trust me...there's hope for you yet.

'you'd shoot a man in the back?' 'well it's the safest way, isn't it?'

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

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.

I remember nothing, and I hope I never will.

don't thank me, I already regret it.

there will be blood.

never look back. if you gotta kill, kill. if you gotta burn it all to the ground, then let it burn.

do not squander it, the legacy I leave you.

everyone's true color will show eventually.

it's hard to forget someone who gave so much to remember.

you show promise. but promise won't save you from what comes next.

to think, after all this time, all our lunches together you still don't trust me...there's hope for you yet.

hell yeah! why not become a hero at forty?

your body betrays your degeneracy.

our time has come. paradise will rise again.

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.

I can end it! now is the time! you need me! YOU NEED ME!

let's make some memories.

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

you're fucking subhuman.

my dear doctor, they're all true...even the lies. especially the lies.

fear didn't make me blind.

time to party like it's 2023.

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

it's hard to forget someone who gave so much to remember.

IN SPITE OF THE BLOOD THAT WAS SPILLED BEFORE, YOU WHET YOUR BLADES, YOU THIRST FOR MORE!

never look back. if you gotta kill, kill. if you gotta burn it all to the ground, then let it burn.

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

kinda tough deciding which of your friends get to die, isn’t it?

that steel's the ultimate steel. even if it cracks, return it to the fire, and it's sure to be reborn.

I want a sandwich.

my name will blaze across the stars long after your petty treacheries have been forgotten.

among thousands of comrades and ten thousand enemies, only you... only you made me forget my dream.

dig. in. pull back the skin. see what's inside you, the sickness that drives you.

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

I can end it! now is the time! you need me! YOU NEED 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.