Civilization is a myth. That is the truth this world has taught us. We have not risen above our baser instincts… That is what always has and always will drive us.
But honestly… I just don’t know what anyone’s thinking. To me, that’s scarier than any half-rotten ghoul trying to eat my flesh.
Right, he can kill the dead. What happens when he realizes we’re training him to kill the living?
Point me in the right direction, and shut the fuck up. I’m the one calling the shots now. Fall in line or fall down a fucking well.
Don’t be such a crybaby. The fucking world ended. Everyone’s mother is dead, you pussy. Besides… we’re on our way to talk to the people who cut you mom’s head off… have some motherfucking perspective.
Mother Fuckers. They’re going to feel pretty stupid when they fin
I came “here” to get “there.” Do I have any fucking clue what “there” is? Hell the fuck no. I’m just trying to live in a world of the dead.
Protecting the weak is the whole fucking basis for civilization. If you’re not protecting the weak, you’re not civilized. You’re fucking animals.
Now get the fuck up off the ground so I can put you in it… like a coffin. Because you’ll be fucking dead after I kill you, you fucking asshole.
I saw thousands of them. A sea of the dead that roared like an ocean! You would have heard them screaming toward you. It would have taken days to steer them away. Killing them? I don’t think killing them would have been possible.
Okay, it’s pretty obvious what we’re doing here, people. If it’s dead – fucking KILL IT
You sick fuck. Tear my pants off, prick. See what I got. I’ll knock your fucking teeth out with my swinging dick! Last chance… you force yourself into that woman… and I’ll force this knife into your dick hole!
June 2005 is the five year anniversary of the debut of Battle Pope.