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Call me sentimental, but I wish we'd met under different circumstances.

No. 1111 is obsessed with the number "1" and has put a great deal of effort into his current position. He'd rather be ranked 11th than 1st as it has twice as many 1's.

The relics of the past... they will never give mankind prosperity.

All those slimy politicians, with their empty calls to arms, in the name of liberty. I'll sink the whole lot of you to the bottom of the ocean!

Doomed to obscurity forever... what I deserve for not taking this more seriously.

Well, I see you still have a little fight left in you, that's good.

My dad tells stories of a terrible war that happened across the sky. Heroes fought and died to give us a chance to start over. All that I know from their earth are the creatures they sent along with us. And here on Arat every day is a fight to survive. But if anyone can tame this new world, we can.

I wish I could find the words to tell you how much it meant to me... Human language is so imprecise.

Go on, beg and plead... I promise I won't think less of you. Don't imagine I could think any less of you.

Good news! Your army kept you... mostly in one piece.

You don't have to be faster then the dinosaurs, just faster then your friends.

Survivor, this is my last message to you, to be relayed in the event of my... deactivation. I was only an artificial construct when we first met, just a shadow of someone who lived a long time ago. But in our time together, I got to become something new, someone new. Not Helena - HLN-A. Thank you for that. I wish I could find the words to tell you how much it meant to me... Human language is so imprecise. But I need you to do something else now: find your own path, your own destiny. Build a new world here... a better world. And who knows? Maybe two lost souls can still meet again somewhere, out among the stars. Goodbye, my friend.

Welcome to the Genesis simulation. Here you'll be tested across five biomes, each with its own dangers - and rewards.

I strayed from your Light and found my trade in the Shadows. They call it murder. I say job well done.

Speak now to those who heed a darker call. Those bold enough to cross the line of Sin for deeper knowledge, who'll follow an unquenchable yearning born of blood and bone to unlock the forbidden secrets and foulest black rituals, calling forth life from death. To truly embrace this power, you must take it into the world. But you will be shunned, scorned, marked as a living sacrifice to this profane knowledge. You will be a Priest of Rathma. A Necromancer. And you will not confront the darkness alone. We are the Speakers of the Dead and the Dead have no mercy.

A writer is a light that reveals the world of his story from darkness, shapes it from nothingness.

Wait, are you seriously telling me that geek writer just took out my deputies? Are you kidding me? I mean, have you seen this guy? He wears a tweed jacket!

The unanswered mystery is what stays with us the longest, and it's what we'll remember in the end.

You're a pretty good writer. A little heavy on the metaphors, maybe.

I was operating on the shifting logic of a dream.

This was ours. We ruled this land. We owned the night. But man rose up against us. We were overthrown. For centuries hidden away in darkness. Tortured by thirst. Choking down dust. Starving. Until now... our hunt begins again.

Rise from your deathless slumber. You are a vampire. A creature of the night. Explore the unknown und start gathering ressources. Survive a world full of danger. Hide from the deadly sunlight. Begin rebuilding your castle piece by piece. The time has come to regain your power and claim what was once yours. Gather your army of darkness and conquer every corner of the world. Stalk the night. Hunt for blood. Become terror itself. The rulers of the night have returned. The vampires are rising.

I dreamt for so long. My flesh was dull gold... and my blood, rotted. Corpse after corpse, left in my wake. As I awaited... his return. Heed my words. I am Malenia. Blade of Miquella. And I have never known defeat.

Normalerweise vergesse ich nie ein Gesicht, aber bei dir mache ich eine Ausnahme.

I never forget a face. But in your case, I'll make an exception.

Du kannst noch nicht mal bis zwanzig zählen, wenn du nicht deine Schuhe ausziehst.

You can't cout to twenty without taking your shoes off.

Du musst von einem hässlichen Baum gefallen sein und auf dem Weg nach unten jeden Ast getroffen haben.

You must have fallen out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.

Valanice: "Wie kannst du nur so unhöflich sein?!"
Mockingbird: "Ich bin eine Spottdrossel, liebe Frau, was erwartest du? Schnell, steck deinen Kopf ins Wasser, deine Gehirnzellen laufen heiß."

Valanice: "How can you be so rude?!"
Mockingbird: "I'm a mockingbird, lady, what did you expect? Quick, go soak your head. Your brain is overheating."

Does anyone know when these spikes grew out of my back? You would think I would remember something like that.

Those with power must wield it without fear. And if that power allows you to cast fear upon others, well that's a nice bonus.

I once was the head of a secretive council that controlled the Orcish Horde from the shadows. I called it... the Shadow Council. Shut up, naming things is hard!

I love big tusks and I cannot lie.

Anger management? I'm great at managing people with my anger!

It doesn't matter how many times my enemies try to kill me, I'm still not dropping the Tusks of Mannoroth! They're mine!

This is my war song. Take back my Horde song. Prove all my might song.

I love playing Hearthstone! I can send Varian to his death as many times as I want!

Just to be clear, all the loot we get from this is mine. I need it. For, uhm... hunter reasons.

By the way, every time you've ever been beaten by a hunter... That was actually me.

Some believe hunting with a bow to be the ultimate challenge. They should try it with an axe.

Atiesh, Greatstaff of the Guardian, is a unique and powerful artifact passed down from Guardian to apprentice for generations. Pay no attention to that druid holding another one. Or that priest. Or Khadgar. In fact, never pay attention to Khadgar.

The spell is called "polymorph" because with a little practice, you can technically transform someone into any animal. Most mages are simply too sheepish to give it a try.

No, you don't need to stay awhile and listen. You must have me confused with someone else.

Most people don't realize that Illidan and I were actually triplets. Poor Buenofurion.

You know what they say about men with large antlers... they have a hard time wearing hats.

I hear the wilds call. Wait... that's just Tyrande.

Night elves are the right elves.

I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues.

Well, this is a thorny situation. Get it? Thorny? It's because I'm a druid! I am humorous.

Malfurion and I have one rule that defines our relationship: No shapeshifting! I am not into that!

Goddess make me fast and accurate, let my aim be true, and if today is truly the day you call me home, let me die with an empty quiver.

What the...- how long have these leaves been in my hair? Why does no one tell me these things?