Postal (video game)
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- I regret nothing
- Oh, did that hurt?
- Let's blow something up
- Only my weapon understands me
- 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?
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