And let me tell you something about cat people.
More specifically, cat show people. Actually, never mind. Fuck those guys.
New achievement! Trailblazing Crazy Cat Lady.
You are the first crawler to have entered to the World Dungeon accompanied by a cat. You must really love that thing. Too bad you're both probably going to die a horrible death at any moment. Or maybe not. Look at the prize you just received!
What goblins lack in physical strength, they make up for in pure spunk.
New achievement! You've killed a mob! You're a murderer! He probably had a family!
I looked down at the dead woman. I wondered who she was, why someone like her was outside at 2:30 in the morning on such a night. I'm never going to know her story. Nobody is ever going to know it. I wondered how scared she'd been. Only to be killed by a fellow human.
New achievement! War Criminal.
You have killed more than 20 non-combatants in a single attack!
Question: What's the only thing standing between an innocent child and a happy, fulfilling life?
Answer: You. The answer is you.
Reward: You've received a Gold Asshole's Box!
"You're not going to break me," | said. "You might hurt me, or kill me, but you're not going to break me."
If I'm gonna die, I might as well do it in the pursuit of a worthy cause.
Every single one of those numbers was a person, someone who had lived, breathed, hoped, laughed.
What was the point of living, if I couldn't live with myself?
Donut swished her tail angrily. "I have 230 torches in my inventory. It's absolutely ridiculous."
Never trust someone if their motivations aren't clear.
There was something to be said about being anonymous. Quietly efficient.
New Achievement! Wait, Bosses Can Leave Their Rooms? Welcome to the second floor, bitches.
“You have already taken everything from us. Do not ask us to give more than what we have. We are not going to fight or survive on your schedule."
We are all parts of the same, inexorable machine. All of us are afraid.
"If we get to the point where we don't help each other anymore, that's when we stop being human."
When the apocalypse came for Yolanda, she didn't once waver in her dedication to her patients. She was quick to laugh, quick to smile.
And even though Yolanda Martinez was just as terrified as the rest of us, she stood her ground against a force she couldn't possibly hold back.
She lived her entire life as a hero. She died as one, too.
There was a difference between giving aid and sacrificing yourself for people you didn't even know.
It always astounded me how easy it was to get assholes to talk, as long as they were talking about themselves.
For every person that ticked away, I felt I was losing a part of myself, a part of my humanity.
Anyone who mistook fear for respect was a fool.
While especially powerful, fast, and vicious when they are fully grown at level 15, getting them to level 15 is about as likely as a cheerleader from West Virginia reaching her 18th birthday as a virgin.
