In which we talk in quotes

[Passionario]

An honest-to-God freak with a face that only a mother could smother in a plastic bag.

[Njall]

This could be the start of a beautiful friendship.

[edsdame]

I suppose I do have one unembarrassed passion. I want to know what it feels like to care about something passionately.

[knaughty]

Here, I did it quickly.

Hot.

Cleavage makes everything better

[Candiru]

Let's go all the way tonight; no regrets, just love.

[Snake-Aes]

Somewhere outside the desolate, storm-covered wasteland that was Australia, an exponentially number of requests began to hit the DNS servers, as, suddenly, Australia began to generate a web presence which... well, was still much, much reduced over what it had been in 2000, when civilisation there had died, but was a lot larger than it should have been.

Sysadmins all across the world had already begun to talk of "The Austalian Haunting". On black IRC channels and hidden, user-locked forums, a mythology had begun to accumulate, of the ghosts of dead Australians, still browsing the internet from beyond the grave.

[Hayz]

Theres only one thing, two say, three words, four you to hear... I love you

[Snake-Aes]

Then, for the last few days I have been living in a sky island, where everything is trying to kill us. I nearly lost an eye because of a ricochet! I had my arm broken by a fucking koala bear. And I mean that literally! I think it was trying to rape me! I used to think that koalas were cute and cuddly! They are not cute and cuddly! They are vicious bastards with really sharp teeth and they're all rapists! Also, it had tentacles! I... I... I... argh!

[Passionario]

The earth shook. Cthulhu rose from the Depths waving white-stained garters and stocks bonds currencies of all nations boards and corporations. Governments fell like bowling pins. The stock market crashed. Nameless anarchist hordes stormed the streets, shouting Up Against The Wall Motherfuckers as they executed bankers corporation presidents lawyers politicians landlords priests rabbis ministers lady-golfers and anyone with a clean white shirt. Orgies broke out in parliaments, congresses, antique shops, boutiques, business offices, butcher shops, monasteries, trolleycars, hospitals, carousels, universities, academies, laboratories, nunneries, bakeries, cathedrals, law offices, factories; huge brutal cocks were thrust into cunts, assholes, mouths of voluptuous actresses, doddering dowagers, distinguished philosophers, kings, bishops, boys, girls, soldiers, Mother Superiors, bankers, whimpering poets; cunts were fucked, sucked, chewed, licked, kissed; Queen Victoria was gangbanged by 358 Watusi warriors. Madmen defecated in wells, fountains, punchbowls, on streets and in doorways. Drooling farmboys waving signs that said Bestiality Liberation charged into pet shops to sodomize dogs, cats, monkeys, birds, tarantulas. André Breton walked about Paris shooting pedestrians at random. The last lawyer was strangled with the guts of the last politician. The Pope appeared in delirium on the balcony facing Saint Peter's Square incoherently chanting Cthulhu fthagn while sodomizing himself with a twelve-inch dildo from the Yokohama Sex And Leather Corporation. Housewives murdered their husbands and rushed to the stockyards to fuck goats, howling Io Pan Io Pan Pan The Goat With a Thousand Young! Nihilists attacked insane asylums with automatic rifles, murdered the staffs and set the patients free to roam the streets and set fire to psychiatrists' offices. Avant-garde poets seized the newspapers and published strange, unsettling headlines: Is It a New Electromagnetic Phenomenon or The Heart and Mind of Europe Dying?; Only the Madman Is Absolutely Free; The Star People Are Returning But I Have Lost My One True Love; Where Is God Now That We Need Him? The next day the women got organized and completed the butchery. And the sky turned into the body of Nuit, black, beautiful, the starmother: and all was changed in a moment, in the flickering of an eye.

[Arnock]

Listen to the tale I tell.
A haunting dream I know so well.
When walking home alone one night,
my path revealed by candlelight,
ahead I see an open door.
With no idea what's in store,
I glance inside the door to see,
a hall of mirrors beckon me.
I take a breath and step inside.
A tale of love and shattered pride.
The door slams shut, I start to run
And it seems my journey has begun...

[Passionario]

He grasped the knob. It was engraved with a wild rose wound around a revolver, one of those great old guns from his father and now lost forever.
Yet it will be yours again, whispered the voice of the Tower and the voice of the roses — these voices were now one.
What do you mean?
To this there was no answer, but the knob turned beneath his hand, and perhaps that was an answer. Roland opened the door at the top of the Dark Tower.

[tlitp]

Тогда он сказал: "А иногда я так ясно чувствую: что во мне -- это не всё я. Что-то уж очень есть неистребимое, высокое очень! Какой-то осколочек Мирового Духа. Вы так не чувствуете?"
А. И. Солженицын, Раковый Корпус

Ich bin sehr ruhig. Mögen die Monate und Jahre kommen, sie nehmen mir nichts mehr, sie können mir nichts mehr nehmen. Ich bin so allein und so ohne Erwartung, dass ich ihnen entgegensehen kann ohne Furcht. Das Leben, das mich durch diese Jahre trug, ist noch in meinen Händen und Augen. Ob ich es überwunden habe, weiß ich nicht. Aber solange es da ist, wird es sich seinen Weg suchen, mag dieses, das in mir „Ich“ sagt, wollen oder nicht.
E. M. Remarque, Im Westen nichts Neues

And Adam ruled, for he was the King. Until the day his will to be King deserted him. Then he died, food for a stronger. And the strongest was always the King, not by strength alone, but King by cunning and luck and strength together. Among the rats.
J. Clavell, King Rat

On ne sait jamais qui donne ni qui reçoit, ajouta-t-il profondément. Voilà ce que je pourrais t'apprendre si tu ne le savais encore mieux que moi.
L. Bloy, Le Désespéré

Gott ist todt! Gott bleibt todt! Und wir haben ihn getötet! Wie trösten wir uns, die Mörder aller Mörder? Das Heiligste und Mächtigste, was die Welt bisher besaß, es ist unter unseren Messern verblutet, — wer wischt dies Blut von uns ab? Mit welchem Wasser könnten wir uns reinigen? Welche Sühnfeiern, welche heiligen Spiele werden wir erfinden müssen? Ist nicht die Größe dieser Tat zu groß für uns? Müssen wir nicht selber zu Göttern werden, um nur ihrer würdig zu erscheinen?
F. W. Nietzsche, Die fröhliche Wissenschaft

She has the allure, the tragedy, the weariness. She knows that history has no place for her kind anymore. She's perfect.
K. Ishiguro, The White Countess

Qu'avez-vous, mais qu'avez-vous donc? - Je n'ai rien, je n'ai rien, j'ai fait seulement un bond hors de mon sort, et je ne sais plus maintenant vers quoi me tourner, vers quoi courir...
É. Cioran, De l’inconvénient d’être né

[Fivelives]

English, motherfucker. Do. You. Speak. It?

[Passionario]

Speech is not necessary. We will extract the brain waves.

[Krazed]

Asylum? What is it with Peacekeepers. First they hunt us, then they want to move in. Are we a bed and breakfast. Do we have a sign outside that says "Free HBO?"

[edsdame]

Tell him that language is a virus and that religion is an operating system and that prayers are just so much fucking spam.

[Njall]

The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated.

[Passionario]

The general tension was horrible. To a season of political and social upheaval was added a strange and brooding apprehension of hideous physical danger; a danger widespread and all-embracing, such a danger as may be imagined only in the most terrible phantasms of the night. I recall that the people went about with pale and worried faces, and whispered warnings and prophecies which no one dared consciously repeat or acknowledge to himself that he had heard. A sense of monstrous guilt was upon the land, and out of the abysses between the stars swept chill currents that made men shiver in dark and lonely places. There was a demoniac alteration in the sequence of the seasons the autumn heat lingered fearsomely, and everyone felt that the world and perhaps the universe had passed from the control of known gods or forces to that of gods or forces which were unknown.

And it was then that Nyarlathotep came out of Egypt.

[Snake-Aes]

Shut up, boy, I use stilettos bigger than your dick.

[Njall]

Who run Bartertown?

[Arnock]

We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

[Passionario]

Here on the stones and trees there lies a spell
Of unforgotten loss, of memory more blest
Than mortal wealth. Here undefeated dwell
The Folk Immortal under withered elms,
Alalminore once in ancient realms.

[Passionario]

IN POLYTHREME THE BED I SLEPT ON WAS A SLAVE. THE ROOM WHERE I SLEPT WAS HACKED FROM SCREAMING STONE. THE WATER I DRANK BEGGED ME TO STOP. THEY PAID ME IN COIN THAT PLOTTED MY DOWNFALL. THE MEMORIES ARE TROUBLING. THIS PLACE IS BETTER.

[Dazhbog]

There are not many who remember-
They say a handful still survive...
To tell the world about...
The way the lights went out,
And keep the memory alive....

IN POLYTHREME THE BED I SLEPT ON WAS A SLAVE. THE ROOM WHERE I SLEPT WAS HACKED FROM SCREAMING STONE. THE WATER I DRANK BEGGED ME TO STOP. THEY PAID ME IN COIN THAT PLOTTED MY DOWNFALL. THE MEMORIES ARE TROUBLING. THIS PLACE IS BETTER.

WHAT?

[Skye1013]

WHAT?

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