Quotes / Death World

This is a Class 1 quarantined planet. The threats we will be facing are real. Everything in this planet is evolved to kill humans. Every single decision we make will be life or death.
Cypher Raige, After Earth

Oscar: What's it gonna be like up there?
Truman: 200 degrees in the sunlight, minus 200 in the shade, canyons of razor-sharp rock, unpredictable gravitational conditions, unexpected eruptions, things like that.
Oscar: Okay, so scariest environment imaginable. Thanks. That's all you gotta say, scariest environment imaginable.

You are not in Kansas any more... you are on Pandora, ladies and gentlemen. Respect that fact every second of every day. If there is a Hell, you may want to go there for some R&R after a tour on Pandora. Out there, beyond that fence, every living thing that crawls, flies, or squats in the mud wants to kill you and eat your eyeballs for jujubes. We have an indigenous population of humanoids here called the Na'vi. They're fond of arrows dipped in a neurotoxin that will stop your heart in one minute. As head of security, it's my job to keep you alive. I will not succeed... not with all of you. If you wish to survive, you need to cultivate a strong mental attitude. You've got to follow the rules - Pandora rules.
Colonel Miles Quaritch, Avatar

God created Arrakis to train the faithful.
— Fremen proverb, Dune

They got Hood-damned demon farmers! Sowing seeds, yanking teats, spinnin' wool - and chopping strangers to pieces! Gesler, old friend, I hate this place, you hear me? Hate it!

The krogan evolved in a hostile and vicious environment. Until the invention of gunpowder weapons, "eaten by predators" was still the number one cause of krogan fatalities. Afterwards, it was "death by gunshot".

TRAVEL ADVISORY: The ecology of Tuchanka is deadly. Nearly every native species engages in some predatory behavior; even the remaining vegetation is carnivorous. Travel beyond guarded areas is strongly discouraged.

This planet is one giant death trap.
Liara T'Soni's succinct commentary on Tuchanka, Mass Effect 3

The Mind Worms are the natural defenses of the living Planet - the white blood cells, if you will. In a world in which unassimilated thought represents danger, the Mind Worm seeks out concentrations of sentient mental energy and destroys them, ruthlessly and efficiently.
Commissioner Pravin Lal - "Mind Worm, Mind Worm," Sid Meierís Alpha Centauri

Char. If hell ever existed, this is it. Oceans of fire, tectonic storms, and an atmosphere that will burn a man alive.
General Warfield, Starcraft II

Ramden: Down there they have anti-tornado warnings.
Quine: Anti-tornadoes?
Ramden: Areas where there isn't currently a tornado.

On Felucia, the Seps dug their metal heels into the muck of that alien hellhole and dared the Republic to come in after them. So we did, only to be met with month after month of flesh-eating diseases, shrieking nocturnal predators and other sights that haunt me to this day.
— Anonymous 501st clone trooper, Star Wars: Battlefront II

Life is war.
There is no safe place. [...] All the world is a vicious, hateful realm of violence and savagery and it wants to hurt you and destroy everyone you love for your tears and despair are as water to its roots.
To surrender to it, to accept any form of compliance or the slightest shred of a moment of weakness, is defeat. This defeat is death. Death a thousand times, ten billion times fold, and the worst of it will be your own certain knowledge that you lost.
— Untitled drabble by hvkryter

Wonder Woman: Smells like death.
Barda: There's no place like home.
Batman: (narrating) The concept of Apokolips is, at best, difficult to explain. A blazing inferno of misery, the planet exists in another universe. The gates of Hell can only be opened via Boom Tube.

Albert: So, what's your home like?
Ashes: Well Black Marsh isn't exactly the most welcoming place for humans, I guess...
(Albert sips his drink.)
Albert: Why's that?
Ashes: Well, between the diseases, the flesh eating flies, the hostile fauna, and the landscape clearly not friendly for non-amphibious folk, well...
Albert: Sounds like home. Minus the landscape.

Hunters.

Oh, yíall believe me now? Yep, those are the hunters I told you about. The ones I - me, your barkeep - personally beat the fuck to death with my own bare hands.
And the stupid bastards made the mistake of raiding a hockey game? This, boys and girls, is going to be fucking funny.

See, they have this planetary classification system for temperate worlds like ours.
Category one is, like, the Garden of Eden. You could drop any species in the galaxy down there completely buck bare and theyíd be happy as Larry for the rest of their lives.
Most planets are like, a four to six or so. You donít want to get caught in the rain and youíll need to work for your food, but generally itís pretty easy living on those worlds.
Anything above Class ten is considered a deathworld.
Deathworlds have things like high gravity, poisonous plants and critters, lots of carnivores, nasty little microorganisms, natural disasters like earthquakes or volcanoes, acid rain, high background radiation, stuff like that. Like I said, a deathworld is everything Class Ten or above, and anything that evolves there is supposed to be really goddamn dangerous.

Earth is a Class Twelve.

(...) Itís hard to tell now. The planet may have once been green, or even blue, but now itís all browns and grays and blacks. If any liquid wateróor even water vaporóonce existed there, itís long gone, evaporated a billion years before. Without an atmosphere there can be no liquid water.
(...) The star hangs over the landscape eating up a full 30 degrees of sky, as big as a dinner plate held at armís length. The glowering eye of the star bears down on the planetís surface, which begins to heat up with the day. By midafternoon, the temperature is above the melting point of rock, and the surface of the dead planet begins to glow a soft red and liquefy once again. Mountains continue their slump, and continental shelves flow slowly, blurring into the dry ocean basins.
Finally, after hours of unleashing its crippling heat, the star sets, though its distended red glow lingers for hours. The rock begins to cool a bit, and by midnight is starting to resolidify. As the sky finally turns black, low wisps of rock vapor are illuminated from below by the still-molten lava shining through cracks in the ragged surface.
(...) Itís a shame. The planetís past is a rich one indeed, in its full and lively role as the third planet from the Sun. But the Sun has since started its long descent into death, and the past of Planet Earth will be lost forever.
Phil Plait, Death from the Skies.

Procedure programs for visiting Gamorr consist of a single line: DO NOT VISIT GAMORR.


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