The most I can hope for is to die in a pose that confuses future archaeologists.

I had passed on from life, from the world of struggles and hardship and big fat women with annoying laughs, and entered a glorious new existence of utter peace, and joy, and love. And then some git brought me back to life

Individuals are fine once you get to know them, especially if they're interesting in conversation or have large, sumptuous breasts, but I don't like people in the plural and I've seen very little to change my mind about that.

The main problem I always have with multiplayer is that human beings are grabby, entitled, selfish, ugly, stupid, evil cockstoppers.

Nothing ruins a good thing quite like knowing you share your opinions with mindless little tits.

He who trades pacing for gimmicky open-world freedom deserves neither.

The cruelest thing you can do to an artist is tell them their work is flawless when it isn't