“You Must Construct Additional Pylons”

  • VitabytesDev@feddit.nlEnglish
    24·
    12 天前

    “Aperture Science: We do what we must, because we can.”

    EDIT: Also: “Science isn’t about why - it’s about why not. Why is so much of our science dangerous? Why not marry safe science if you love it so much? In fact, why not invent a special safety door that won’t hit you in the butt on the way out, because you are fired!”

    (Portal, and Portal 2)

  • .Donuts@lemmy.worldEnglish
    4·
    12 天前
    • Your health is low. Do you have any potions, or food?

    Same game, when you made the Guild Master drunk:

    • I never forget faces, but in your case I’ll make an exception hic

    Paraphrasing there, don’t remember the exact quote.

    • It’s dangerous to go alone, take this
  • Nikko882@lemmy.worldEnglish
    2·
    10 天前

    “In the room ahead is a spider artifact. Take it! We will need it to reach the Santieri Crystal.” Also “There is but one gift I can offer that is equal in value to an Elder Scroll and my daughter: I offer you my blood. Take it and you will walk as a lion among sheep, men will tremble at your approach, and you will never fear death again.”

  • Antium@lemmy.worldEnglish
    2·
    12 天前

    “Thanks for stopping by, come back again SooON.” -Random vendor guy in the woods, Dungeon Siege

  • SmilingSolaris@lemmy.worldEnglish
    1·
    12 天前

    “I don’t know if I’m good or evil. Stupid words, anyway… But I’m trying to be gentle to others and hard on myself. I know how to sympathize and not judge. I try to love whoever I touch. That’s the only answer I have.”

    • pathologic 2
  • catalyst@lemmy.worldEnglish
    23·
    12 天前

    I still use Left 4 Dead’s “pills here!” any time I’m dealing with medication. It’s an involuntary reflex at this point.

    Also not really a line but the intonation of Chadley calling out “Cloud!” when he starts a conversation is seared into my psyche. Kind of like a modern version Navi’s “hey!”

  • HarvesterOfEyes@piefed.socialEnglish
    6·
    12 天前

    Definition: “Love” is making a shot to the knees of a target 120 kilometers away using an Aratech sniper rifle with a tri-light scope.
    Statement: This definition, I am told, is subject to interpretation. Obviously, love is a matter of odds. Not many meatbags could make such a shot, and strangely enough, not many meatbags would derive love from it. Yet for me, love is knowing your target, putting them in your targeting reticule, and together, achieving a singular purpose… against statistically long odds.

    From your friendly robot, HK-47.