History Quotes / AndImustScream

'''Mr. Freeze:''' You want to live like this? Abandoned and alone? A prisoner in a world you can see but never touch? [[WhoWantsToLiveForever Old and infirm as you are, I'd trade a thousand of my frozen years for your worst day]].

->''"So ended [[spoiler:Kars, last and greatest of the Pillar Men]]. His body turned hard as rock, and he floated through space for the rest of time, never to return. He wished for death, but there was nothing out there to kill him. [[GoMadFromTheIsolation The spark of thought within him went dim... and then, silent]]."''

->''"[[AC: You will never know my suffering. Forever trapped inside this robotic husk.]]"''

->'''Tommy:''' ''[describing the afterlife]'' I felt like I was -- like I was shredded to ''dust.'' ''[...]'' It felt like I was put through a shredder, but there was no blood, there was no flesh, it was just ''essence''. Like a ''powder,'' and I was put through it, and then I came out, and I was in a... a long -- a long -- a ''hall'', a -- a -- t-tunnel of black and void and -- not even black, just colorless!\\
'''Dream:''' I tried to give you -- I tried to give you time, I wanted to -- I wanted to ask you questions--\\
'''Tommy:''' ''[gasping, sobbing]'' YOU GAVE ME ''SO MUCH'' TIME! I was in there-- You left me-- How long-- Where's Tubbo?! How-- I was in there for MONTHS!

-->-- ''Literature/{{Animorphs}} #10: The Android''

-->-- ''LetsPlay/DreamSMP''

-->-- '''Alexander Korolyov''', ''VideoGame/{{PARANOIA}}''

->''"You will never know my suffering. Forever trapped inside this robotic husk."''

->''"From the center of each pillar, a figure pulled away as if trying to escape mud. [[TakenForGranite They were still covered in rock]], but it was a thinner layer, enough to keep them trapped but not to hide their shape. The rock only retreated fully from their faces, letting them open their eyes, open their mouths. They did not scream, even though the horror in their eyes made it clear it was all they wanted in the whole world.\\

I saw the way their eyes rolled in mad terror -- the panic and despair as they were allowed to see freedom, [[HopeSpot if just for a moment]] -- while they sang for the [[OurDragonsAreDifferent Old Man]]'s pleasure. The worst thing was how glorious they sounded: they were a perfect sunrise, a walk through a well-tended garden in spring, the laughter of someone you love. I could have listened to them for hours if I didn't understand [[PoweredByAForsakenChild the atrocity that had been committed to capture that sound]]."''

->''"To one side was a brick building, and he made the mistake of glancing at it, his attention snagged by a twitchy movement between the bricks, a continuous shrugging of the bricks themselves: Every one was held in place by a mortar of human souls, a red and bone-flecked mortar of crushed bits of living bodies; the bricks grinding them, grinding the faces, the fingers, the gibbering begging bleeding souls, forever and ever, people compressed somehow alive into inch-wide spaces, the bricks moving in place, grinding like ruminating teeth, the whole building shifting like the working of closed jaws--\\
Constantine looked hastily away, making himself ignore the hoarse and hopeless pleading of those trapped in the jostling stones."''

->''"The soul of Donald Marquette stared out the eyes of [[Creator/EdgarAllanPoe Edgar Poe]] to the creature that had carried him here.\\

For his sins..."''

->''"There are structures within that were once separate organisms; aboriginal, evolved, and complex. It is designed to improvise, to use what is there and move on. Good enough is good enough, and so the artifacts are ignored or adapted. The conscious parts try to make sense of the reaching out, try to interpret it.\\
One imagines an insect's leg twitching twitching twitching. One hears a spark close a gap, the ticking so fast it becomes a drone. Another, oblivious, reexperiences her flesh falling from her bones, the nausea and fear, and begs for death as she has for years now. Her name is Maria. It does not let her die. It does not comfort her. It is unaware because it is unaware."''

->''"Beside Maulding hung [[ShellShockedVeteran Soter]]. His eyes were closed. His eyes were always closed, as were his ears and his mouth and his nostrils, all sewn shut by thick catgut, the same material that joined his arms to his body and his legs to each other. Imprisoned inside that still form was Soter's consciousness, trapped in [[HellIsWar a hell that resembled High Wood]], for after a man had been through such suffering, there was little else that could be invented to torment him further. [[SympathyForTheHero For Soter, Quayle did feel something like pity]]. Quayle was [[HumanoidAbomination not human]], even by [[EvilLawyerJoke the low standards of his profession]], but [[HumanityIsInfectious some iota of humanity had infected him after all this time]]."''

->''"While everyone was laughing and joking over the roast, the mold evolved at a rate scientists had thought impossible for a salad. With blinding speed it formed a neural net -- dendrites snaking from cell to cell, connecting with pimiento nodes, feeding off the olive glands. By 7 P.M. it was self-aware. By 8 P.M. it had developed the powers of cognition and the ability to observe its surroundings. At 8:32, when it was placed on the dinner table, it realized it had no mouth and no limbs, and it was completely, utterly screwed."''

->''I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out.''

->''"It is possible, of course, to imprison someone within the pattern of a carpet for a thousand years or so. That is a particularly horrible fate which I always reserve for people who have offended me deeply -- as have these magicians! The endless repetition of colour and pattern -- not to mention the irritation of the dust and the humiliation of stains -- never fails to render the prisoner completely mad! The prisoner always emerges from the carpet determined to wreak revenge upon all the world and then the magicians and heroes of that Age must join together to kill him, or more usually, [[HereWeGoAgain imprison him a second time for yet more thousands of years in some even more ghastly prison]]. And so he goes on growing in madness and evil as the millennia pass. Yes, carpets!"''

->''"A creature of the depths related [[EvilHasABadSenseOfHumor an amusing tale]] concerning a traveller to Leng. The man was a wizard who lived centuries prior to the present age. He passed through the portal and [[BodySurf found himself within the form of an infant girl]], just as a shaman and his apprentice were placing the child in a cauldron of boiling water. Powerless to resist due to the smallness of his host body, he suffered all the torments of death; more than this, his consciousness remained locked in the flesh of the infant after it was cooked, and he was forced to endure the indignity of [[EatenAlive being cut apart and consumed piece by piece]]. Such are the hazards inherent in the practice of wizardry."''

->''"It found the presence, [[BrainUploading a bodiless speck]] in the vast, empty plains of the purged files. 'The body is a prison, too,' [[BenevolentAI Yggdrasil]] said, '[[BeCarefulWhatYouWishFor But you have escaped]].'\\

[[TheDogBitesBack Yggdrasil ignored the meaningless squeak]] and reapplied itself to its many businesses. It had only one thing to say to its harmless parasite.'' '[[WesternAnimation/LooneyTunes Th-th-th-that's all, folks!]]'"

->''"And [[ShootTheDog after]]," [The Revenant] said. "Will I be dead?"\\

I felt the wave of sheer terror, and [[DirtyBusiness it made me feel sick]]. To be honest with you, it's the worst thing I can think of -- lying in the dark ground, unable to move, forever. But there you go. It's not like you decide to be a revenant and experienced professionals advise you as to the potential downside. It just happens. It's sheer bad luck. Also, of course, [[InTheBlood it runs in families]], and thanks to a thousand years of inbreeding, the Mesoge is just one big family. I really, really hope it won't happen to me, but there's absolutely nothing I can do about it.''

->''"The half-page on [[BlobMonster maw-mouths]] in the sophomore-year textbook also informed us in clinical prose that no one is certain what happens to those consumed by maw-mouths, and there is a substantial school of thought that believes their consciousness never actually ends and they just get exhausted into silence. For further reading, see the seminal literature by Abernathy, Kordin, and Li in the Journal of Maleficaria Studies, who discovered that it was possible to direct a communications spell to even a long-digested maw-mouth victim and receive back a response, albeit nothing but incoherent screaming."''

-->-- Susejo of Choi, [[MindScrew or possibly the Sarlacc]], to Boba Fett, ''Literature/TalesFromJabbasPalace'', "A Barve Like That: The Tale of Boba Fett"

->''"Haralit was left a boneless, bubbling, shivering mound of discarded flesh, and yet somehow still alive. It seemed that [[WillingChanneler a god's blood and power coursing through your body]] for so long made you [[ImmortalityHurts hard to kill]], the Worm of Magic reluctant to let go of such a desirable host. Haralit's one remaining eye looked up at me in agony and horror."''

->"[[MercyKill Would you like to die?]] ''When you are stuck in a coma, it's a question you ask yourself at least once a day, and since she had no idea how long her days were, it was probably far more often than that. She often thought about death. She often wished for death. In that first year of being unable to talk or move or even wake, she would scream at the top of her metaphorical lungs for someone, anyone, [[ICannotSelfTerminate to please, please kill her]]. Even now, four years on, [[AdventuresInComaland after she'd found a kind of rhythm and routine to her eternal daydream]], even now, there were bad days when she tried to will herself away. It never worked, though..."''

-->-- '''Jack Slash''''s note to the inhabitants of Brockton Bay, ''Literature/{{Worm}}''