Postal (video game)

Postal is an isometric top-down shooter video game developed by Running With Scissors and published by Ripcord Games in 1997.

'Demon' voice lines

• I regret nothing.
• Oh, did that hurt?
• Let's blow something up.
• Only my weapon(s) understand(s) me.

Loading screens

• The Earth is hungry. Its heart throbs and demands cleansing. The Earth is also thirsty...
• Blessed are the meek for they make easy targets.
• The air ripens with the odors of the dead and dying. It smells like...victory.
• A glorious symphony of slaughter! 76 tromboners led the death parade...
• Life is cheap--death is free! Act now! Supplies are limited! (Offer void in Arizona)
• Furious fireflies materialize against the cavern wall and sunder the earth into dust. Come, little insects, and see the web WE'VE woven!
• I will don the eviscerated organs of my enemies as party hats, wear their shredded entrails as neckties, and oh, how I shall dance!
• Human trash spills from its containers as death rains down upon them, sweeping the streets in a cleansing cloudburst of blood...
• Next stop: Armageddon, the River Styx, Hades... and all points in between! All aboard!
• Feathers will fly, but big birds won't. They WILL however, be going south this winter...FAR south!
• Blood splinters everywhere. Like a river, flowing around me, pulling me in its wake. Paradise! Prepare for...deconstruction!
• Black leather smoke coils up my nostrils tingling with death's surprise. Human remnants cling to my clothing like bloody briars as I continue to wade, hip deep in flesh, bone and viscera. Bad neighborhood coming up!
• I am the celestial gardener, policing the planet of the stink weeds and poisons which leak out even through the cracks in the cold asphalt sidewalks of the City of Sin!
• Keep your head, hands, arms, legs, and feet inside the ride at all times. You're bound to lose MORE today than just a few limbs!
• No day in the park. Too much of the blood on me is mine. But the day is not done, and I've miles to go to make them sleep...Peanuts anyone?
• Feast upon the frozen images of molten massacre as the machineries of death grind relentlessly, mindlessly on...
• The hive has been cleansed. The source of the corruption has been corked, laid in a body bag and dragged to the outskirts of existence...
• Watch for falling prices, falling employees, falling customers, incoming missiles, and blood puddles...
• The earth is thirsty. It also seems to have soiled itself...
• The earth was hungry, so it ate some people.
• Did someone say they've fallen and can't get up?

External links

• Encyclopedic article on Postal (video game) on Wikipedia