There always has to be someone to take the punches. That's how it works. It isn't fair, it isn't right, but that kid licking slop off the floor over there means that we get to eat in peace.

Trust me-that toilet and me were best friends for the first few days I was here.

As soon as reality breaks, as soon as we're separated from the phsical world, the cracks begin to appear in our minds. And through them seeps the madness that has always been there, flowing into your skull like a liquid nightmare.

The world is an inferno. It will burn until every nation has fallen, until all who oppose us are dead, until people see the true light.

Only another twenty thousand or so days of this to go.

This place is full of unwritten rules.

Like I've said before, so many times before, I'm not a good person, I'm not a hero. I'm a criminal, a liar, a cheat, a killer. It was them or me and I wanted to live.