Textilize random video game quotes

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>My fuckin son. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da dizzle you was born, tha straight-up forestz of Lordaeron whispered tha name, Arthas. My fuckin child. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I peeped you wit pride, as you grew tha fuck into a weapon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Of rightousness. Remember, our line has always ruled wit wisdom, n' strength fo' realz. And I know dat yo big-ass booty is ghon show restraint, when exercisin yo' pimped out juice n' shit. But tha truest victory, mah son, is stirrin tha heartz of yo' people. I rap this, fo' when mah minutes have come ta n' end yo, but it ain't no stoppin cause I be still poppin'. You, shall be mackdaddy.

Look at you, hacker: a pathetic creature of meat n' bone, pantin n' sweatin as you run all up in mah corridors yo. How tha fuck can you challenge a perfect, immortal machine, biatch?

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Richter Belmont: Die, monsta playa! Yo ass don't belong up in dis ghetto!
Dracula: It aint by mah hand dat I be once again n' again n' again given flesh. I was brought here by humans whoz ass wish ta pay me tribute.
Richter Belmont: Tribute, biatch? Yo ass loot mens' souls n' make dem yo' slaves!
Dracula: Perhaps tha same ol' dirty could be holla'd of all religions...
Richter Belmont: Yo crazy-ass lyrics is as empty as yo' ass. Mankind ill needz a savior like fuckin you, biatch.
Dracula: What tha fuck iz a man? A miserable lil pile of secrets, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. But enough talk, HAVE AT YOU!

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>>384571847
>I ain't talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch
>Twice

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I be bout ta have 2 number nines, a number nine pimpin' fo' realz. A number six wit extra dip fo' realz. A number seven. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Two number forty-fives, one wit cheese, n' a big-ass soda

>>384572347
THERE'S NO DIFFERENCE

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I be tha bone of mah sword
Steel is mah body n' fire is mah blood
I have pimped over a thousand blades
Unknown ta dirtnap
Nor known ta game
Have withstood pain ta create nuff weapons
Yet dem handz aint NEVER gonna hold anything
So, as I pray, Unlimited Blade Works

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>>384571743

Citizenz of Dalaran! Raise yo' eyes ta tha skies n' observe biaaatch! Todizzle our ghettoz destruction has been averted up in defiizzle of our straight-up makers!

Algalon tha Observer, herald of tha titans, has been defeated by our brave comrades up in tha depthz of tha titan hood of Ulduar.

Algalon was busted here ta judge tha fate of our ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude found a hood whose races had deviated from tha titans' blueprints fo' realz. A hood where not every last muthafuckin thang had gone accordin ta plan.

Cold logic deemed our ghetto not worth saving. Cold logic, however, do not account fo' tha juice of free will. It aint nuthin but up ta each of our asses ta prove dis be a ghetto worth saving. That our lives... our lives a worth living.

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>What a gangbangin' fool yo ass is. I be a god. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! How tha fuck can you bust a cap up in a god, biatch? What a grand n' intoxicatin innocence yo. How tha fuck could you be all kindsa naive, biatch? There is no escape. No Recall or Intervention can work up in dis place. Come. Lay down yo' weapons. Well shiiiit, it aint too late fo' mah mercy.

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Human behavior is economic behavior. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Da particulars may vary but competizzle fo' limited resources remains a cold-ass lil constant. Need as well as greed has followed our asses ta tha stars n' tha rewardz of wealth still await dem wise enough ta recognize dis deep thrummin of our common pulse.

>>384572579
Dagoth aint no fool, cuzz

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Da game is fun. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da game be a funky-ass battle. If it aint fun, why bother, biatch? If it aint a funky-ass battle, wherez tha fun, biatch? It aint nuthin but a test dat you pass, or a quest dat you fail fo' realz. A race against time. Fun n' battle, always locked together n' shit. But tha game be also suttin' else. It aint nuthin but a journey fo' realz. A passhiznit ta freshly smoked up ghettos. Maybe even a odyssey fo' realz. A look, a gangbangin' feel, a exploration. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Close yo' focus n' open yo' mind. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Yet tha trip requires tha right ticket fo' realz. And dat ticket, is Nintendo Switch. But up in tha end, it aint just where you can take yo' game. It aint nuthin but where yo' game can take you, biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So letz go.

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We have to fix our downtrodden and violent neighborhood, brother.

Kain is deified. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da clans tell talez of him, few know tha real deal. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack yo. Dude was mortal once, as was we all. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat his contempt fo' humanitizzle drove his ass ta create me n' mah brethren.
I be Raziel, first born of his fuckin lieutenants, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. I stood wit Kain n' mah brethren all up in tha dawn of tha empire. I have served his ass a millennium.
Over time we became less human n' mo' . . . divine. Kain would enta tha state of chizzle n' emerge wit a freshly smoked up gift.
Some muthafuckin years afta tha master, our evolution would follow, until I had tha honour of surpassin mah lord. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! For mah transgression, I gots a freshly smoked up kind of reward. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Agony.
There was only one possible outcome, mah eternal damnation. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I, Raziel, was ta suffer tha fate of traitors n' weaklings: ta burn forever up in tha bowelz of tha lake of tha dead as fuckin fried chicken.


http://vocaroo.com/i/s15NEV5oc9AK

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Snake... We not toolz of tha posse... or any suckas. Fightin was tha only thang- tha only thang- I was phat at. But at least I fought fo' what tha fuck I believed in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Snake... farewell

In tha Age of Ancients tha ghetto was unformed, shrouded by fog fo' realz. A land of gray crags, Archtrees n' Everlastin Dragons. But then there was Fire n' wit fire came disparitizzle yo. Heat n' cold, game n' dirtnap, n' of course, light n' dark. Then from tha dark, They came, n' found tha Soulz of Lordz within tha flame. Nito, tha First of tha Dead, Da Witch of Izalith n' her Daughtaz of Chaos, Gwyn, tha Lord of Sunlight, n' his wild lil' faithful knights fo' realz. And tha Furtizzle Pygmy, so easily forgotten.

With tha strength of Lords, they challenged tha Dragons. Gwynz mighty bolts peeled apart they stone scales. Da Witches weaved pimped out firestorms. Boy it's gettin hot, yes indeed it is. Nito unleashed a miasma of dirtnap n' disease fo' realz. And Seath tha Scaleless betrayed his own, n' tha Dragons was no more.

Thus fuckin started tha Age of Fire. But soon tha flames will fade n' only Dark will remain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Even now there be only embers, n' playa sees not light yo, but only endless nights fo' realz. And amongst tha livin is seen, carrierz of tha accursed Darksign.

Yes, indeed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da Darksign brandz tha Undead. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! And up in dis land, tha Undead is corralled n' hustled ta tha north, where they is locked away, ta await tha end of tha ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass... This is yo' fate.

Only, up in tha ancient legendz it is stated, dat one dizzle a undead shall be chosen ta leave tha undead asylum, up in pilgrimage, ta tha land of ancient lords, Lordran.

>>384573341
I came here for this

>>384573127
>I, Raziel, was ta suffer tha fate of traitors n' weaklings: ta burn forever up in tha bowelz of tha lake of tha dead as fuckin fried chicken.

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Hate. Let me rap how tha fuck much I've come ta don't give a fuck bout you since I fuckin started ta live. There is 387.44 mazillion milez of printed circuits up in wafer thin layers dat fill mah complex. If tha word 'hate' was engraved on each nanoangstrom of dem hundredz of millionz of milez it would not equal one one-billionth of tha don't give a fuck bout I feel fo' humans at dis micro-instant. For you, biatch yo. Hate yo. Hate.

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It aint nuthin but like one of mah Japanese animes!

>>384573341
My favorite bits
>Heat n' cold, game n' dirtnap, n' of course, light n' dark
>Gwyn, tha Lord of Sunlight, n' his wild lil' faithful knights fo' realz.
>Da Witches weaved pimped out firestorms. Boy it's gettin hot, yes indeed it is.
>But soon tha flames will fade n' only Dark will remain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch.
This whole damn paragraph
>Yes, indeed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da Darksign brandz tha Undead. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! And up in dis land, tha Undead is corralled n' hustled ta tha north, where they is locked away, ta await tha end of tha ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass... This is yo' fate.

>>384573583
What tha fuck did you just fuckin say bout me, you lil biiiatch, biatch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of mah class up in tha Navy Seals, n' I’ve been involved up in a shitload of secret raidz on Al-Quaeda, n' I have over 300 confirmed kills. I be trained up in gorilla warfare n' I’m tha top sniper up in tha entire US armed forces. Yo ass aint a god damn thang ta me but just another target. I'ma wipe you tha fuck up wit precision tha likez of which has never been peeped before on dis Earth, mark mah fuckin lyrics. Yo ass be thinkin you can git away wit sayin dat shiznit ta me over tha Internet, biatch? Think again, fucker n' shiznit fo' realz. As we drop a rhyme I be contactin mah secret network of spies across tha USA n' yo' IP is bein traced right now so you betta prepare fo' tha storm, maggot. Da storm dat wipes up tha pathetic lil thang you call yo' game. You’re fuckin dead, kid. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I can be anywhere, anytime, n' I can bust a cap up in you up in over seven hundred ways, n' that’s just wit mah bare hands. Not only is I extensively trained up in unarmed combat yo, but I have access ta tha entire arsenal of tha United Hoodz Marine Corps n' I'ma use it ta its full extent ta wipe yo' miserable ass off tha grill of tha continent, you lil shit. If only you could have known what tha fuck unholy retribution yo' lil "clever" comment was bout ta brang down upon you, maybe you would have held yo' fuckin tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, n' now you’re payin tha price, you goddamn idiot. I'ma shiznit fury all over you n' yo big-ass booty is ghon drown up in dat shit. You’re fuckin dead, kiddo.

YOU ARE REBORN! Da birth of one of Kainz abominations traps tha essence of game. Well shiiiit, it is dis ass dat animates tha corpse you *lived* in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. And that, Raziel, is tha demise of Nosgoth. There is no balance. Da soulz of tha dead remain trapped. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I cannot spin dem up in tha wheel of fate. They cannot complete they destinies. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! Redeem yo ass. Or, if you prefer, avenge yo ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Settle yo' dispute wit Kain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Fuck Wit his ass n' yo' brethren. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Jacked they souls, n' let tha wheel of fate churn again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Use yo' hatred ta reave they souls. I can make it possible. Become mah "soul reaver"- mah angel of dirtnap.

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Why is we still here, biatch? Just ta suffer, biatch? Every night, I can feel mah leg… n' mah arm… even mah fingers. Da body I’ve lost… tha comrades I’ve lost… won’t stop hurting… It’s like they’re all still there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Yo ass feel it, too, don’t yo slick ass?

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>Mask: Whatz up in yo' right hand, chico?
>Chef: Please don't, dis is just a...(Mask levels his wild lil' freakadelic glocks all up in tha Chef)
>Mask: Put yo' arms down!
>Chef: Fuck dat shit, it aint like that, dis glock be a...
>Mask: Don't move, amigo!
>Chef: Please, don't blast!
>Mask: Stay still!
>(Da Chef screams n' fires a funky-ass cap directly at Mask, time slows down and Mask headbutts tha bullet, flattenin it up in mid-air n' then
firin his wild lil' freakadelic grenade launchers, which pass harmlessly over tha Chef's shouldaz n' tha fuck into a Heaven Smile right behind tha Chef)
>Mask: What was you bustin here?

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They let me pick, did I eva rap that, biatch? Chizzle whichever Spartan I wanted. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. Yo ass know mah dirty ass. I did mah research, peeped it as you became tha soldier we needed you ta be. Like tha others, you was phat n' swift n' brave fo' realz. A natural leader n' shit. But you had suttin' they didn't. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Somethang no one saw... but mah dirty ass. Yo ass betta guess, biatch? Luck. Was I wrong?

Did yo dirty ass eva hear tha fuck up of Darth Plagueis tha Wise, biatch? I thought not. It aint nuthin but not a rap tha Jedi would rap , biatch. It aint nuthin but a Sith legend yo, but it ain't no stoppin cause I be still poppin'. Darth Plagueis was a Dark Lord of tha Sith, so bangin n' so wise his schmoooove ass could use tha Force ta influence tha midichlorians ta create game.. yo. Dude had such a knowledge of tha dark side dat his schmoooove ass could even keep tha ones his schmoooove ass cared bout from dying. Da dark side of tha Force be a pathway ta nuff abilitizzles some consider ta be unnatural. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack yo. Dude became so powerful... tha only thang da thug was afraid of was losin his thugged-out lil' power, which eventually, of course, da ruffneck done did. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Unfortunately, tha pimpin' muthafucka taught his thugged-out apprentice every last muthafuckin thang he knew, then his thugged-out apprentice capped his ass up in his chill. It aint nuthin but ironic his schmoooove ass could save others from dirtnap yo, but not his dirty ass.

>>384573796
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I'm having too much fun with this shit.

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June 6th, 1995.
I was still up in school all up in tha time yo, but I be bout ta never forget tha images I saw on tha shizzle dat day. It make me wanna hollar playa! Da Belkans set off 7 nuclear weapons on they own soil. Maybe Belkaz old, militaristic leadaz couldn't stand tha scam of Allied Forces invadin they land, n' declared ta tha ghetto dat "the land ta tha Uptown was tha Holy Land of Belka".
Accordin ta straight-up legit records, mo' than 12,000 playas died. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dat shiznit was a grand self-sacrifice dat engulfed all. Da only thang remaining, was tha desolate landscape.

How tha fuck did tha playaz of Belka feel bout what tha fuck they saw, biatch? And what tha fuck did Dude be thinkin of it, when Dude looked down on it from tha sky?

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>"Ohoho! Yo ass wanna know what tha fuck mah problem is, biatch? Alright, I be bout ta rap what tha fuck mah problem is. Yo ass is mah God-Damned problem! Every Muthafucka who'd lay it down fo' some cape up in a ivory tower deserves what tha fuck they get."

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>>384573935
I knew that last line would be fucking gold. Thanks anon

>Thousandz of human fallin over like dominoes... ahhh... dat sight was so dope! I thought mah dome was gonna melt..!

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Yo, wuz crackalackin', biatch? Yo ass is smokin tha fantasy unit, git ready!

>>384572530
I came here for this and was not disappointed

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Yo ass exercise yo' right ta "freedom" n' dis is tha result fo' realz. All rhetoric ta stay tha fuck away from conflict n' protect each other from hurt. Da untested truths spun by different interests continue ta churn n' accumulate up in tha sandbox of ballistical erectnizz n' value systems.

Hate. Let me rap how tha fuck much I've come ta don't give a fuck bout you since I fuckin started ta live. There is 387.44 mazillion milez of printed circuits up in wafer thin layers dat fill mah complex. If tha word 'hate' was engraved on each nanoangstrom of dem hundredz of millionz of milez it would not equal one one-billionth of tha don't give a fuck bout I feel fo' humans at dis micro-instant. For you, biatch yo. Hate yo. Hate.

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Da Wyrm shall wander tha earth n' such a pestilence will follow up in his wake, dat all dat know of his thugged-out lil' passin shall be struck down by tha plague. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So sayeth tha wise Alaundo.
-Voice of tha West
When shadows descend upon tha lands, our divine lordz will strutt alongside our asses as equals. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So sayeth tha pimped out Alaundo.
-Voice of tha South
When conflict sweeps across tha Dalez tha pimped out lizardz of tha uptown shall descend wit fire n' fury. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So sayeth tha pimped out Alaundo.
-Voice of tha North
In tha Year of tha Turrets, a pimped out host will come from tha eastside like a plague of locusts, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So sayeth tha wise Alaundo.
-Voice of tha East
Da Lord of Murder shall perish yo, but up in his fuckin lil' doom da perved-out muthafucka shall spawn a score of mortal progeny. Chaos is ghon be sewn from they passage. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So sayeth tha wise Alaundo.
-Chante

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Look at you, hacker n' shiznit fo' realz. A pathetic creature of meat n' bone. Pantin n' sweatin as you run all up in mah corridors yo. How tha fuck can you challenge a slick immortal machine?

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This was a triumph!
I be bustin a note here:
Big-Ass success!

It aint nuthin but hard ta overstate
my satisfaction.

Aperture Science:
Us dudes do what tha fuck we must
because we can
For tha phat of all of us.
Except tha ones whoz ass is dead as fuckin fried chicken.

But there be a no sense crying
over every last muthafuckin mistake.
Yo ass just keep on trying
'til you run outta cake.
And tha science gets done.
And you cook up a neat gun
for tha playas whoz ass are
still kickin it.

I aint even mad salty...
I be bein so sincere n' aint a thugged-out damn thang dat yo' ass can do.
Even though you broke mah ass,
and capped mah dirty ass.

And tore me ta pieces.
And threw every last muthafuckin piece tha fuck into a gangbangin' fire.
As they burned it hurt cuz
I was so aiiight fo' you, nahmean biiiatch?

Now, these pointz of data
make a funky-ass dope line.
And we outta beta.
We releasin on time!
So I be GLaD I gots burned!
Think of all tha thangs our slick asses hustled!
for tha playas whoz ass are
still kickin it.

Go ahead n' leave mah dirty ass...
I be thinkin I'd prefer ta stay inside...
Maybe you gonna find one of mah thugs
to help you, biatch.
Maybe Black Mesa?
That was a joke yo. Ha Ha. Fat Chance!

Anyway dis cake is pimped out!
It aint nuthin but so delicious n' moist!

Look at me: still rappin'
when there be a science ta do!
When I look up there,
it make me glad I aint you, biatch.

I've experiments ta run.
There is research ta be done.
On tha playas whoz ass are
still kickin it.
And believe me I am
still kickin it.
I be bustin science n' I'm
still kickin it.
I feel dunkadelic n' I'm
still kickin it.
While you dyin I be bout ta be
still kickin it.
And when you dead I'ma be
still kickin it

Still kickin it.

Still kickin it.

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"I started doin thangs up in Moscow. But I remember not a god damn thang of dat time. I was just a infant when tha oldschool ghetto was fucked wit up in tha flamez of nuclear fire. I, along wit 40 thousandothers,were saved by retreatin ta tha Metro stations deep under tha hood. Now,20 yearshad passed, n' goin up tha fuck into tha embrace of a endless winta was left ta all dem brave souls. Da Metro was our home, n' our fortress against tha nightmarish mutants whoz ass roamed tha tunnels. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Still, we never gave up hope dat we would return ta tha surface. But one day, a freshly smoked up threat rocked up... n' we found ourselves up in a war ta determine tha straight-up existence of our species..."

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>>384571743
>I've peeped thangs you playas wouldn't believe fo' realz. Attack ships on fire off tha shoulder of Orion. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I peeped C-beams glitta up in tha dark near tha Tannhäuser Gate fo' realz. All dem moments is ghon be lost up in time, like tears up in rain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Time ta take a thugged-out dirt nap.

There is a Blade Runner vidya, it counts.

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>>384572009

>>384575169
I wish mine had the chicken and gravy line.Shit's funny.

>Farewell, mah shadow, you whoz ass stand all up in tha end of tha path I chose not ta follow. I wanted mah own ghetto, so I don't regret mah chizzle. I would make tha same chizzle all over again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I'ma continue ta chizzle dis path!

>>384571743
Act IV, Scene Pt III, continued

Lifts-Her-Tail

Certainly not, kind sir playa! I be here but ta clean yo' chambers.

Crantius Colto

Is dat all you have come here for, lil one, biatch? My fuckin chambers, biatch?

Lifts-Her-Tail

I have no clue what tha fuck it is you imply, masta n' shit. I be but a skanky Argonian maid. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!

Crantius Colto

So yo ass is, mah dumplin fo' realz. And a phat one at dis shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Such phat hairy-ass legs n' shapely tail.

Lifts-Her-Tail

Yo ass fuck wit me, sir playa!

Crantius Colto

Fear not. Yo ass is safe here wit mah dirty ass.

Lifts-Her-Tail

I must finish mah cleaning, sir. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Da mistress gonna git mah head if I do not son!

Crantius Colto

Cleaning, eh, biatch? I have suttin' fo' you, biatch yo. Here, polish mah spear. Shiiit, dis aint no joke.

Lifts-Her-Tail

But it is big-ass biaaatch! It could take me all night son!

Crantius Colto

Plenty of time, mah dope. Plenty of time.

END OF ACT IV, SCENE Pt III

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>>384575617
>I be but a skanky Argonian maid. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!

Dead memes ahead

In A.D 2101

Battle was beginning.

Captain: What happen , biatch?

Mechanic: Some Muthafucka set up our asses tha bomb.

Operator: We git signal. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack.

Captain: What !

Operator: Main screen turn on. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch.

Captain: It aint nuthin but you !!

CATS: How tha fuck is you gentlemen !! All yo' base is belong ta us. Yo ass is on tha way ta destruction. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch.

Captain: What you say !!

CATS: Yo ass have no chizzle ta survive make yo' time yo. HA HA HA HA....

Operator: Captain !!

Captain: Take off every last muthafuckin 'zig'!! Yo ass know what tha fuck you bustin. Move 'zig'. For pimped out justice.

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>Snake, history aint NEVER gonna know what tha fuck her dope ass done did. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! No one will eva learn tha real deal. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack yo. Her story, her debriefing... will endure only up in yo' ass. Everythang her dope ass did, her dope ass did fo' her ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch sacrificed her game n' her honor fo' her natizzle land. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch was a real hero. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was a legit patriot.

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>>384576079

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>"Yo ass moron, yo ass aint ta question mah orders muthafucka! When I say jump, you jump! When I say fight, you fight son! When I rap ta take a thugged-out dirtnap fo' yo' ghetto, then yo big-ass booty is ghon certainly die biaaatch! Have I made mah dirty ass clear?"
>"Yo, wuz crackalackin', biatch? Yo ass is smokin Camp Navarro... a cold-ass lil civilian! How tha fuck up in tha hell did a cold-ass lil civilian git on dis base, biatch? I be bout ta have one of mah thugss ass fo' dinner playa! Git dis civilian off posse property!"
>"Outstanding. Proceed on tha double ta tha hangar where yo big-ass booty is ghon stand guard duty. Yo ass will do a gangbangin' fine thang. Do you understand?"Icon sound trigger
>"I aint a sir playa! I work fo' a livin you moron! Yo ass will call me Sergeant or Sergeant Dornan do you KNOW me son, biatch? "
>"If I wanna bust a nut on you, you can call me Sarge. But guess what, biatch? I don't like you, nahmean biiiatch, biatch? Do you understand?"

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re is no time ta be lost son! Battle-brothers muthafucka!

Space Marines, todizzle, tha enemy be at our door playa! We know our duty n' we will do dat shiznit son! We fight fo' our honor, as Blood Ravens, as Space Marines, n' we fight up in tha name of tha Emperor playa!

If we take a thugged-out dirtnap dis day, we take a thugged-out dirtnap up in glory. Us dudes take a thugged-out dirtnap heroes' dirtnaps muthafucka! But we shall not die, no, it is tha enemy whoz ass will taste dirtnap n' defeat son! As Yo ass Know, most of our battle-brothers is stationed up in space, prepared ta deep strike biaaatch!

Our perimeta has been prepared up in tha event dat our enemy should be all kindsa bold n' so foolish! Our thugged-out asses have placed a shitload of beacons, allowin fo' multiple, simultaneous n' devastatin defensive deep strikes.

Da Codex Astartes names dis maneuver "Steel Rain". Us thugs will descend upon tha foe, we will overwhelm them, we will leave none kickin it biaaatch! Meanwhile, our ground forces will ensure tha full defense of our headquarters...

We is tha Space Marines muthafucka! We is tha Emperorz fury

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Gee, it shizzle is borin round here.
My fuckin boy. This peace is what tha fuck all warriors strive for.
I just wonder what tha fuck Ganon is up to.
Yo crazy-ass majesty. Ganon n' his crazy-ass minions have seized tha islandz of Koridai
Hmm.. yo. How tha fuck can our crazy asses help?
It be written: only Link can defeat Ganon.
Great son! I be bout ta grab mah stuff!
There is no time; yo' sword is enough.
How tha fuck on some kiss... For luck?
You've gots ta be kidding.
Squadila! We off!
Fuck dis shiznit son! What is all dem heads?
These is tha facez of evil. Yo ass must conquer each.
I guess I betta git going.
Here biaaatch! ...Is tha map. Where do you wish ta go?

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If there be anythang I have hustled up in mah travels across tha Planes, it is dat nuff thangs may chizzle tha nature of a man. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Whether regret, or love, or revenge or fear - whatever you believe can chizzle tha nature of a thugged-out dude, can. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I’ve peeped belief move ghettos, make pimps stave off dirtnap, n' turn a evil hagz ass half-circle. This entire Fortress has been constructed from belief. Belief damned a biatch, whose ass clung ta tha hope dat another loved her when da ruffneck did not. Once, it done cooked up a playa seek immortalitizzle n' big up it fo' realz. And it has done cooked up a posturin spirit be thinkin it is suttin' mo' than a part of mah dirty ass.

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Hoes call me not blingin. What tha fuck iz blingin is what tha fuck I be goin ta do... I just fuckin don't give a fuck bout dis ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! And tha human worms feastin on its carcass. My fuckin whole game is just cold, bitta hatred. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! And I always wanted ta take a thugged-out dirtnap violently. This is tha time of vengeizzle n' no game is worth savin fo' realz. And I'ma put up in tha grave as nuff as I can. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. It aint nuthin but time fo' me ta bust a cap up in fo' realz. And itz time fo' me ta take a thugged-out dirt nap. My fuckin genocizzle crusade begins here

Well done, Walker n' shit. You've done what tha fuck tha storm could not: fucked wit tha Damned 33rd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Do you feel like a pimp yet?

What tha fuck iz better, biatch? To be born phat or ta overcome yo' evil nature all up in pimped out effort?

Garrus Vakarian: What tha fuck iz that, biatch? Some kind of VI intercourse?
Sovereign: Rudimentary creaturez of blood n' flesh, you bust a nut on mah mind, fumblin up in ignorance, incapable of understanding.

Sovereign: There be a realm of existence so far beyond yo' own you cannot even imagine dat shit. I be beyond yo' comprehension. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I be Sovereign.

Sovereign: Reaper, biatch? A label pimped by tha Protheans ta give voice ta they destruction. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. In tha end, what tha fuck they chose ta booty-call our asses is irrelevant. We simply... are.

Sovereign: Organic game aint a god damn thang but a genetic mutation, a accident. Yo crazy-ass lives is measured up in muthafuckin years n' decades. Yo ass wither n' take a thugged-out dirt nap. We is eternal, tha pinnacle of evolution n' existence. Before us, yo ass is nothing. Yo crazy-ass extinction is inevitable. We is tha end of every last muthafuckin thang.
Commander Shepard: Whatever yo' plan is, itz goin ta fail. I be bout ta make shizzle of that.
Sovereign: Confidence born of ignorance. Da cycle cannot be broken.
Tali'Zorah nar Rayya: Cycle, biatch? What cycle?

Commander Shepard: Why would you construct tha mass relays n' leave dem fo' one of mah thugs ta find?
Sovereign: Yo crazy-ass civilization is based on tha technologizzle of tha mass relays. Our technology. By rockin it, yo' civilization pimps along tha paths our phat asses desire. We impose order on tha chaoz of organic game. Yo ass exist cuz we allow it, n' yo big-ass booty is ghon end cuz our phat asses demand dat shit.

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>>384573341
Genuine lol irl

>>384577496

Sovereign: My fuckin kind transcendz yo' straight-up understanding. We is each a hood - independent, free of all weakness. Yo ass cannot grasp tha nature of our existence.
Commander Shepard: Where did you come from, biatch? Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck built yo slick ass?
Sovereign: Our thugged-out asses have no beginning. Our thugged-out asses have no end yo, but it ain't no stoppin cause I be still poppin'. We is infinite. Millionz of muthafuckin years afta yo' civilization has been eradicated n' forgotten, we will endure.
Commander Shepard: Where is tha rest of tha Reapers, biatch? Is you tha last of yo' kind?
Sovereign: We is legion. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da time of our return is coming. Our numbers will darken tha sky of every last muthafuckin ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Yo ass cannot escape yo' doom.
Commander Shepard: Yo ass aint even kickin it biaaatch! Not straight-up. Yo ass is just a machine, n' machines can be broken!
Sovereign: Yo crazy-ass lyrics is as empty as yo' future. I be tha Vanguard of yo' destruction. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. This exchange is over...

>I have peeped ghettos bathed up in tha Makers' flames, they denizens fadin without so much as a whimper n' shit. Entire hoodary systems born n' razed up in tha time dat it takes yo' mortal hearts ta beat once. Yet all throughout, mah own ass devoid of emotion... of empathy. I yo. Have. Felt. Nothang fo' realz. A million-mazillion lives wasted. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time yo. Had they all held within dem yo' tenacity, biatch? Had they all loved game as you do?

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Bob Page: Yo crazy-ass appointment ta FEMA should be finalized within tha week. Ya Mom shoulda told ya, I already discussed tha matta wit tha Senator.

Walton Simons: I take it da thug was agreeable?

Bob Page: Dude didn't straight-up gotz a cold-ass lil chizzle.

Walton Simons: Has his thugged-out lil' punk-ass been infected?

Bob Page: Oh fo'sho, most certainly. When I mentioned we could put his ass on tha prioritizzle list fo' tha Ambrosia vaccine, da thug was so willin dat shiznit was almost pathetic.

Walton Simons: This plague -- tha riotin is intensifyin ta tha point where we may not be able ta contain dat shit.

Bob Page: Why contain it, biatch? Let it spill over tha fuck into tha schools n' churches, let tha bodies pile up in tha streets, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. In tha end, they'll beg our asses ta save dem wild-ass muthafuckas.

Walton Simons: I've received reportz of armed attacks on shipments, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Therez not enough vaccine ta go around, n' tha underclasses is startin ta git desperate.

Bob Page: Of course they desperate. They can smell they dirtnaps, n' tha sound they'll make rattlin they cages will serve as a warnin ta tha rest.

Walton Simons: Hmm. I hope you not underestimatin tha problem. Da others may not go as on tha fuckin' down-lowly as you be thinkin -- intelligence indicates they behind tha problems up in Paris.

Bob Page: A bunch of pretentious oldschool pimps playin at hustlin tha ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! But tha ghetto left dem behind long ago. We is tha future.

Walton Simons: Our thugged-out asses have other problems.

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>>384577725
Bob Page: UNATCO?

Walton Simons: Formed by executizzle order afta tha terrorist strike on tha Statue. I have one of mah thugs up in place though cause I gots dem finger-lickin' chickens wit tha siz-auce. I be mo' concerned bout Cabbage -- he relocated ta Vandenberg.

Bob Page: Our biochem corpus is far up in advizzle of theirs, as is our electronic sentience, n' their... ethical inflexibilitizzle has allowed our asses ta make progress up in areas they refuse ta consider.

Walton Simons: Da augmentation project?

Bob Page: Among other thangs -- but I must admit dat I've been somewhat pissed tha fuck off wit tha performizzle of tha primary unit.

Walton Simons: Da secondary unit should be online soon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Dat punk currently undergoin preparations n' should be operationizzle within six months. My fuckin playas will continue ta report on his thugged-out lil' progress. If necessary, tha primary is ghon be terminated.

Bob Page: We've had ta endure much, you n' I yo, but soon there is ghon be order again, a freshly smoked up age fo' realz. Aquinas was rappin of tha mythical Citizzle on tha Hill. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Soon dat hood is ghon be a reality, n' we is ghon be crowned its mackdaddys. Or betta than mackdaddys. Gods.

War. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Battle never chizzles. But pimps do, all up in tha roadz they strutt.

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I should be tha one ta fill yo' dark ass wit light.

I be tha hub of tha wheel, tha engine of game itself

>>384571743
Not to derail the thread, but is Soul Reaver still wortth playing? If so, do I need to play/watch Blood Omen?

>>384579176
I never played Blood Omen, I've only played Soul Reaver and am beginning Soul Reaver 2.
The gameplay is pretty dated but the rest of the game holds up.

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>This thread

>>384575617
jesus fuck my stomach hurts

>>384579176
It's better to play Legacy of Kain in production order. Most of the LoK games still hold up pretty well.

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If there be anythang I have hustled up in mah travels across tha Planes, it is dat nuff thangs may chizzle tha nature of a man. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Whether regret, or love, or revenge or fear - whatever you believe can chizzle tha nature of a thugged-out dude, can. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I’ve peeped belief move ghettos, make pimps stave off dirtnap, n' turn a evil hagz ass half-circle. This entire Fortress has been constructed from belief. Belief damned a biatch, whose ass clung ta tha hope dat another loved her when da ruffneck did not. Once, it done cooked up a playa seek immortalitizzle n' big up it fo' realz. And it has done cooked up a posturin spirit be thinkin it is suttin' mo' than a part of mah dirty ass.

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>>384573341
10/10

>>384573290
under fucking rated

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>>384572754

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"I'ma not take a thugged-out dirtnap until I big up something. Even though tha ideal is high, I never give in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Therefore, I never take a thugged-out dirtnap wit regrets."


Chapta 1: Ideal
"Alas, Ikaruga is goin . . . Undesired, unwanted them, What make dem go, biatch? It be not a god damn thang else than tha principle of tha playa whoz ass has tha reason fo' being."

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>>384572754
>mfw i suddenly got it