Alexandru Negoiță, Angelwatch. Z gry Thief 2. Trochę kupiecka Wenecja na sterydach z Art Deco. Dzieci Karrasa przybędą już niebawem do tego wymiaru i upokorzą mięso, które interesuje tylko replikacja własnego potomstwa i rojenie nieśmiertelności. Praise Karras!
"I fear you not, Garrett, but I have dispatched some of the Builder's Children to intercept yooou. Thou too will perish...and trouble me...no more...."
"By The Builder, Garrett, thou wilt be crushed between gears like dry leaves underfoot!"
"From weakness of the mind, Omnissiah save us, From the lies of the Antipath, circuit preserve us, From the rage of the Beast, iron protect us, From the temptations of the flesh, silica cleanse us, From the ravages of time, anima shield us, From this rotting cage of biomatter, Machine god, set us free.
There is no truth in flesh, only betrayal. There is no strength in flesh, only weakness. There is no Constancy in flesh, only decay. There is no certainty in flesh, but death.
From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired into the purity of the blessed machine. Your kind cling to your flesh, as if it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass that you call a temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you.
But I am already saved. For the Machine is Immortal. Even in death, I serve the Omnissiah.
Toll the Great Bell Once! Pull the Lever forward to engage the Piston and Pump... Toll the Great Bell Twice! With push of Button fire the Engine And spark Turbine into life... Toll the Great Bell Thrice! Sing Praise to the God of All Machines"
#malarstwo #starszezwoje #gry
"I fear you not, Garrett, but I have dispatched some of the Builder's Children to intercept yooou. Thou too will perish...and trouble me...no more...."
"By The Builder, Garrett, thou wilt be crushed between gears like dry leaves underfoot!"
"From weakness of the mind, Omnissiah save us, From the lies of the Antipath, circuit preserve us, From the rage of the Beast, iron protect us, From the temptations of the flesh, silica cleanse us, From the ravages of time, anima shield us, From this rotting cage of biomatter, Machine god, set us free.
There is no truth in flesh, only betrayal. There is no strength in flesh, only weakness. There is no Constancy in flesh, only decay. There is no certainty in flesh, but death.
From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired into the purity of the blessed machine. Your kind cling to your flesh, as if it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass that you call a temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you.
But I am already saved. For the Machine is Immortal. Even in death, I serve the Omnissiah.
Toll the Great Bell Once! Pull the Lever forward to engage the Piston and Pump... Toll the Great Bell Twice! With push of Button fire the Engine And spark Turbine into life... Toll the Great Bell Thrice! Sing Praise to the God of All Machines"
#malarstwo #starszezwoje #gry
