Curses and benedictions in a post-nuclear setting?

[PenguinKing]

I was just playing a CRPG with a post-nuclear setting (some of you may recognize it) the other night, and I came across this gem of a line, offered to your character as a sort of "good luck" sendoff:

"May the water you find in the desert not shine at you in the dark."

Not only is that just great, but it got me to wondering: what other sort curse/benediction-type phrases might develop that are unique to a gameworld set in a postapocalyptic wasteland?

Any ideas?

- Sir Bob.

 

[A2Z]

"May your extra appendages not strangle you in your sleep"

 

[Hand of Vecna]

Some good ones from the Deadlands: Hell on Earth RPG

specifically, from the Children o' the Atom splatbook:

The Canticle of Doom
In the name of the twisted,
In the name of the deformed,
In the fury of the atom,
In the glow of the bomb,
The new age arose.

The Saints Prayer
I give Praise to Saint Newton for his insight into the nature of Existence.
Blessed be his name and the Truth of Physics.
I give Praise to Saint Mendel for his Discovery of the nature of Heredity.
Blessed be his name and the Truth of Genetics.
I give Praise to Saint Darwin for his Unveiling of the nature of Natural Selection.
Blessed be his name and the Truth of Evolution.
I give Praise to Saint Bates, for his having had the Courage to Act Strongly and bring forth a New Age.
Blessed be his name and the Truth of Atomic War.
I give Praise to Saint Curie for her Revealing the nature of Radiation.
Blessed be her name and the Truth of the Atom.
I give Praise to Saint Einstein for his Sacred Imagination in perceiving the nature of Quantum Physics.
Blessed be his name and the Truth of Genius.
I give Praise to Saint Oppenheimer for his Inspiration and Dedication in building the First Atomic Weapon.
Blessed be his name and the Weapons of Change.
I give Praise to Saint Hellstromme for his Holy and Just Revelation of the true nature of Ghost Rock.
Blessed be his name and the Stone of Souls.
I Give Praise to Saint Holst, First Among Saints, for her Divine Guidance in the sacred Way of the Atom.
Blessed be her name and the Truth of the Chosen.

Song of the Chosen
Perverted and Deformed, Disgusting and Reviled,
The Curses of the Doomed slide off us as we feel no pain.

Inhuman and Cursed, Mutated and Maligned,
The Curses of the Ignorant have no meaning to us.

We Know the Truth.
Conceived in the Might of the Atom,
Forged in the Fires of Ghost Rock,
Brought forth in the Glory of the Apocalypse,
We Are the Future.

Powerful and Fearsome, Wise and Honored,
The Chosen wield the Power superhuman.

Blessed and Evolved, Gifted and Respected,
The Chosen show humanity the Way to the Future.

We Know the Truth.
Taught with the Wisdom of Holst,
Strained with the Energy of Life,
Transformed by the Power of Soul and Atom,
We Are the Future.