[Legolastom]

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I just want to go to sleep.

[Split Infinity]

Perhaps this will tide you over.

[Legolastom]

I HAVE ALREADY READ THAT!

[Split Infinity]

Gonna be a loooong night, Tomboy.

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The night is already over... and I have even more tabs open...

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What you have are bullets, and the hope that when your guns are empty I'll no longer be standing, because if I am... you'll all be dead before you've reloaded.

I am Imperial Commissar Gaunt. I am known to be a fair man, unless I am pushed. You have just pushed me."

Do you know what they call me in the ancient legends of the Dalek homeworld? 'The Oncoming Storm'. You may have removed all your emotions, but I bet that deep down in your DNA there's one spark left, and that's fear.

The stars themselves once lived and died at our command, and yet you still oppose our will

I'm da hand of Gork and Mork, dey sent me to rouse up da boyz to crush and kill 'cos da boyz forgot what dere 'ere for. I woz one of da boyz till da godz smashed me in da 'ead an' I 'membered dat Orks is meant to conquer and make slaves of everyfing they don't kill. I'm da profit of da Waaagh an' whole worlds burn in my boot prints. On Armour-Geddem, I led da boyz through da fire deserts and smashed da humies' metal cities to scrap. I fought Yarik, old one-eye at Tarturus, an' he fought good but we smashed iz city too. I'm death to anyfing dat walks or crawls, where I go nothin' stands in my way. We crushed da stunties on Golgotha, an' we caught old one-eye when da speed freeks blew da humies' big tanks ta bits. I let 'im go 'cause good enemies iz 'ard to find, an' Orks need enemies ta fight like they need meat ta eat an' grog ta drink. I iz more cunnin' than a grot an' more killy than a dread, da boyz dat follow me can’t be beat. On Pissenah we jumped da marine-boyz an' our bosspoles was covered in da helmets we took from da dead 'uns. We burned dere port an' killed dere bosses an' left nothin' but ruins behind. I'm Warlord Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka an' I speak wiv da word of da gods. We iz gonna stomp da 'ooniverse flat an' kill anyfing that fights back. We iz gonna do this coz' we're Orks an' we was made ta fight an' win!

I am Heavy Weapons Guy, and this... is my weapon. She weighs 150 kilograms and fires $200 custom-tooled cartridges at 10,000 rounds per minute. It costs four hundred thousand dollars to fire this weapon for twelve seconds.

Some people think they can outsmart me. Maybe...maybe. I have yet to meet one that can outsmart bullet.

Half-Jaw: You are the Arbiter, the will of the prophets. But these are my Elites.
Their lives matter to me. Yours does not.
The Arbiter: That makes two of us.
Half-Jaw: Mmff.

Elite: "Brute ships, staggered line! Ship Master! They outnumber us three to one!
Half-Jaw: "Then it is an even fight.

C-Sec: Witnesses heard you making threats in Fist's bar. I'm warning you, stay away from him.
Wrex: You should warn Fist. I will kill him.
C-Sec: Do you want me to arrest you?!
Wrex: I want you to try.

Sovereign: You exist, because we allow it. You will die, because we demand it. This exchange is over.

I'd just like to point out that you were given every opportunity to succeed. There was even going to be a party for you. A big party that all your friends were invited to. I invited your best friend the Companion Cube. Of course, he couldn't come because you murdered him. All your other friends couldn't come either because you don't have any other friends. Because of how unlikable you are. It says so here in your personnel file: Unlikable. Liked by no one. A bitter, unlikable loner whose passing shall not be mourned. 'Shall not be mourned.' That's exactly what it says. Very formal. Very official. It also says you were adopted. So that's funny, too.

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Legolastom, on Sep 1 2009, 11:33 PM, said:

TV tropes

Good god, man.

[Toasty]

Split Infinity, on Sep 2 2009, 12:09 AM, said:

Perhaps this will tide you over.

*Votes as "Best, most useful walkthrough of the year"*