History Quotes / EldritchLocation

->'''The Emperor of Mankind: [[AC: Have you ever heard the saying: "We all have our own personal Daemons?"]]'''
->'''Custodes''': Yes?
->'''The Emperor of Mankind: [[AC:Think about that phrase, and take into account what [[spoiler:Magnus]] just said about the warp. Now apply the resulting realization to the entire population of the galaxy]].'''
->'''Custodes''': Oh. [''{{beat}}''] oooohhhh... OOOOHHHH... It's worse than simply being a hellish realm, isn't it?
->'''[[spoiler:Magnus the Red]]''': Ohohoho, little goldensparkle, it is much, MUCH, more than that. Every single thought or feeling you have ever had, both consciously and subconsciously, becomes reality in the Warp. Every single human emotion becomes a power. Every single metaphor becomes a literal meaning. Everyone's wishes, dreams, desires, fears, and nightmares are incarnated. Of course, the reason the Warp is so corrosive and horrifying is because so many conflicting and contradicting ideas are floating around inside of it.

->You’ll get used to the balmy temperature. It’s for [[EnigmaticEmpoweringEntity the Bees]], they prefer it. Their honey is remarkable, though the aftertaste – a little like machine oil. Her Majesty once commented favourably on Agartha to me, "A work of quite miraculous craftsmanship." I believe to tour it was one of her few joys after Albert passed. Well, try not to approach all this as something unnatural: [[HollowWorld it may not follow the, ah, accepted theories of the Earth’s consistency]]. I assure you, though, it is very much a part of our world. Over the years, these halls have expanded and contracted with the growth of [[WorldTree the Tree]]. Like breathing, I expect. Fresh branches find their way to the surface, [[PortalCrossroadWorld to many different surfaces]]. The older growth, further down, leads to other places in other times. Stacked like those Russian dolls that were all the rage in Paris. Why I encountered myself as a young man once. Heh. Heh. Curious thing.

->Sam walks heavily toward it, into the empty road around it. It looks as if the air exhausts her, as if she walks against a gale. She stops, gasping, still meters from the entrance. he air rushes in Thibault's ears.

->'''Custodes''': Oh. [''{{beat}}''] oooohhhh...OOOOHHHH...It's worse than simply being a hellish realm, isn't it?

The very ground below it evaported or inverted or became one-dimensional threads which snapped under the weight.

-->-- ''Series/DoctorWho'', "[[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-8I9z6Y4mBY Clara and the TARDIS]]"

-->-- '''Yune''', ''Videogamee/FireEmblemRadiantDawn''

->You’ll get used to the balmy temperature. It’s for [[EnigmaticEmpoweringEntity the Bees]], they prefer it. Their honey is remarkable, though the aftertaste – a little like machine oil. Her Majesty once commented favourably on Agartha to me, "A work of quite miraculous craftsmanship." I believe to tour it was one of her few joys after Albert passed. Well, try not to approach all this as something unnatural: [[HollowWorld it may not follow the, ah, accepted theories of the Earth’s consistency]]. I assure you, though, it is very much a part of our world. Over the years, these halls have expanded and contracted with the growth of [[WorldTree the Tree]]. Like breathing, I expect. Fresh branches find their way to the surface, [[PortalCrossroadsWorld to many different surfaces]]. The older growth, further down, leads to other places in other times. Stacked like those Russian dolls that were all the rage in Paris. Why I encountered myself as a young man once. Heh. Heh. Curious thing.

-->-'''The Stationmaster,''' ''VideoGame/TheSecretWorld''

'''[[LivingShip The TARDIS]]:''' ''[beeps innocenty]''\\

'''White Chain:''' [[http://killsixbilliondemons.com/comic/throne/ A narrow concept.]]

-->-- ''[[TheFearMythos Closest to the Sun]]'', [[http://amercurialsmile.blogspot.com/2011/06/report-log-075.html Report Log [=[075]=]]]

->''The closest words I could use to describe the things we felt in this room would be to imagine yourself strapped down, your eyes peeled open, and a morbidly bright, blood-red light shining directly into your eyes at all time. All the while, the only things you can feel are your nails being ripped out, chainsaws revving up in your ears, hundreds of people screaming in hatred and abject rage, the feeling of some primeval, shapeless nightmare getting closer and closer, anticipating the moment it finally reaches you and does something. It was fucking violation of the senses. It was fury, and pain, broken teeth, bags of rotted flesh beating against the wall, splintering bones, drills in kneecaps and the slaughter of animals, burning fire and savage rape, every unpleasant sensation and unknown fear man had ever known and yet to discover. We felt that all in a goddamned second. Mint was already starting to scream. They'd turned back and opened the door, but just like in the Slaughterhouse, the grocery store had vanished. The only thing we saw within was more of the Mad Room. They were cubed rooms, or at least they were trying to be cubed, trying to form shapes you could walk into. There were things in the corners of the room, shuffling, collapsing and reforming, trying to attain solid matter but utterly failing. I wasn't sure it if was a trick on the eyes or if it was real. Something told me it was both; some half-formed thought somehow having been driven out of someone's mind and trying desperately to attain physical form but failing wretchedly.''

->''The closest words I could use to describe the things we felt in this room would be to imagine yourself strapped down, your eyes peeled open, and a morbidly bright, blood-red light shining directly into your eyes at all time. All the while, the only things you can feel are your nails being ripped out, chainsaws revving up in your ears, hundreds of people screaming in hatred and abject rage, the feeling of some primeval, shapeless nightmare getting closer and closer, anticipating the moment it finally reaches you and does something. It was fucking violation of the senses. It was fury, and pain, broken teeth, bags of rotted flesh beating against the wall, splintering bones, drills in kneecaps and the slaughter of animals, burning fire and savage rape, every unpleasant sensation and unknown fear man had ever known and yet to discover.
We felt that all in a goddamned second. Mint was already starting to scream. They'd turned back and opened the door, but just like in the Slaughterhouse, the grocery store had vanished. The only thing we saw within was more of the Mad Room. They were cubed rooms, or at least they were trying to be cubed, trying to form shapes you could walk into. There were things in the corners of the room, shuffling, collapsing and reforming, trying to attain solid matter but utterly failing. I wasn't sure it if was a trick on the eyes or if it was real. Something told me it was both; some half-formed thought somehow having been driven out of someone's mind and trying desperately to attain physical form but failing wretchedly.''

->'''Custodes''': Oh. {{beat}} oooohhhh...OOOOHHHH...It's worse than simply being a hellish realm, isn't it?

->''"'This place we're flying over now isn't in the atlas, is it?' the pilot said, grinning. \\
'You're darn right it isn't in the atlas!' cried the head of the Air Force. 'We've flown clear off the last page!'"''

-->-- ''Yune, Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn''