Quotes from the grave ( AKA vs. the communist monk)


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"Yes, I was sure he was dead before I cast the spell. Wasn't he?"

"No, I'm not interfering with your brother. He's dead. This is merely his corpse. I'm not really sure what you're getting at."

"Idiot. Garlic for vampires, silver for lycanthropes, blunt things for skeletons. Don't they teach you children anything these days?"

"WHAT? So I'm digging up a body? It's my job! Do I complain when you cleave an orc in two and prevent me from ever doing anything useful with it afterwards? No. So shut up. I have to find fresh, whole bodies from somewhere and the way you fight, I'm lucky if I find a whole leg. Bah."
 




"You call me disgusting? You guys are the ones with your fluids and juices getting your nice skeletons all moist..."

"First, I kill you."

"Death is a many splendored thing."

"Good...evil...the worms know no morality."
 

Sing "Strawberry Fields" a lot.

The title refers to graveyards, but you don't have to mention that... for a few years. It could promote great unease when this death-obsessed guy starts whistling Beatles songs and never talks about it. Heheh.

Or you could carry a little girl's skull around with you and call it 'Cleopatra'. And hold one-sided conversations with it. "What's that, Cleo?... No, I'm fairly certain he's not dead. ... Look, I'll prove it." (Draws dagger.) Maybe get a companion later on, a larger skull named Yorick. "No, Yorick, you're forgetting, you haven't any arms left. ... Of course you've still got ears. Where do you think the carry straps go?"

A little bit of sanity is a dangerous thing... the truly insane are very logical, but for their one misconception.
 

"So I understand that you have decided not to talk." *Pulling a knife...* "Well then, lets get you out of that skin."

"How loud can you scream sir? I'll bet you can scream pretty loud if someone you love were being hurt."

"Got your nose!"
"Want it back?"

"Now you see this..." *holding up a dagger glowing with a sickly orange glow* "Its called a Dagger of Truth. The way it works is I stick it in your still beating heard. Then you die....quite natural and proper considering, but then something wonderful happens! You wake up and can talk, in fact you are most talkative, and can only tell the truth. The effect is temporary, but I only need a few seconds to get the information from you that I require. So, the question at hand is, are we going to have to do this the hard way, or are you just going to tell me what I want to know?"

"Say now....you look like a healthy young lad! By chance do you know what a flesh golem is?"

"Victory is fleeting! Death is eventual!"

"Is this your finger that fell off? I don't think it's one of mine, it doesn't match the others."

"Oh quit your whining....it will only FEEL like an eternity!"

"I have decided to be merciful and not kill you....well...not permanently anyway."

"Fall before the might of The Great Gonzo's Undead Dire Zombie Chicken Swarm!"
 

"Oh, don't worry. If you fall while fighting valiantly, I'll make sure you're still useful..."

"What, him? Why shouldn't he come with us? He doesn't eat, doesn't talk and smells better than [insert party member's name here]."

"Hmph. You just had to be flashy and fireball them. I mean, look at this! Not enough left to even make a flesh golem..."

"Vampire? Did you say, vampire? Oh, good! I don't have one of those yet!"

"Good night, sleep tight, don't let the carrion crawlers bite..."

"Of course my familiar looks thin. It's dead."

"Oh my... can we please keep it intact when we kill it? I've never had a zombie so... big!"
 


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