Ah ha ha! I am bulletproof!
— Ubercharged Heavy, Team Fortress 2
It took multiple fleets and the Destiny Ascension to bring Sovereign down and that was just ONE Reaper.
— Admiral Hackett, Mass Effect 2
"Why won't you DIE?!"
— Freddy Krueger towards Jason Voorhees after several failed attempts to kill him, Freddy vs. Jason
Integra: Where the hell is Alucard?
Anderson: Oh, him? I killed him!
Integra: Killed him?
Anderson: Cut off his bloody head!
Integra: Oh. Well, that's step one. What about two through ten?
Anderson: Ah, Christ!
Alucard: You dun goofed.
Anderson: Oh, him? I killed him!
Integra: Killed him?
Anderson: Cut off his bloody head!
Integra: Oh. Well, that's step one. What about two through ten?
Anderson: Ah, Christ!
Alucard: You dun goofed.
Anderson: And as for that pathetic pet vampire you love to parade around with... You just missed his decapitation.
Integra: (Unimpressed and grinning) You cut his head off? Is that all!?
— The actual Hellsing Ultimate's dialogue.
"It ignores such insignificant forces as time, entropy, and death."
Supergirl: What's there to be afraid of? We're invulnerable, aren't we?
Superman: Invulnerability is a relative term, Kara! Aside from Kryptonite and magic, we've never come across anything that could really do us physical harm — but then, we've never come up against anything quite like Warworld! I've got the uncomfortable feelings that this time we may have met our match!
Supergirl: Point well taken — I'll remember that!
Superman: Invulnerability is a relative term, Kara! Aside from Kryptonite and magic, we've never come across anything that could really do us physical harm — but then, we've never come up against anything quite like Warworld! I've got the uncomfortable feelings that this time we may have met our match!
Supergirl: Point well taken — I'll remember that!
Supergirl: Don't worry, Superman! I'm alive without a scratch!
Superman: Great Scott, a young girl, unharmed! But... but that means you're invulnerable like me!
Superman: Great Scott, a young girl, unharmed! But... but that means you're invulnerable like me!
Such is the force that his invulnerable body smashes through the roof as though it were paper...
The huge hunk of what was now little more than scrap metal impacted the bottom of a tall stack of junked cars, which began to wobble dangerously. Recovering her balance, Asuka turned around… just in time to see an avalanche of metal and glass come falling down upon her.
The cascade of ruined cars soundly buried the Second Child, but the onslaught wasn't quite done yet. The gas tank of every old vehicle that was sent to the dump was supposed to be drained before it was consigned to a place where it could be left to rust until it was sold for scrap or parts. However, the dump happened to employ a few rather lazy individuals who didn't care if gasoline leaked out of corroded tanks and contaminated the land, and who didn't believe anything would ever set off the combustible liquid.
A tiny spark from all metal scraping against metal formed and, by sheer misfortune, happened to drift into an open gas tank. An orange fireball leapt up with a great woomph! sound, billowing inky black smoke into the air, and several similar blasts followed, in a cascade effect as explosion begat explosion. In seconds, the fallen stack of cars was a great pile of twisted, burning metal.
For several seconds, said pile lay there, smoldering undisturbed and looking about as serene as such a thing could possibly look.
Then a car was thrown into the sky as Asuka burst out of the great mess, flying into the air to hover a few feet about the pile of burning cars.
"Holy…" she breathed as she looked at the devastation she had emerged from, then looked down at her hands.
Despite the amount of punishment her too successful attempt at lifting the heaviest thing in the dump had put her through, there wasn't a scratch or a burn anywhere on her. She'd known she was tougher than normal humans—crashing through a building and not receiving the slightest injury had been enough to prove that to her—but this was beyond the pale. Having a pile of cars fall on top of her and then burst into flame hadn't even hurt in the slightest!
Hovering there, Asuka silently began to wonder if perhaps she could have survived if Shinji had never sent Unit One plunging into the molten lava of Mount Asuma.
The cascade of ruined cars soundly buried the Second Child, but the onslaught wasn't quite done yet. The gas tank of every old vehicle that was sent to the dump was supposed to be drained before it was consigned to a place where it could be left to rust until it was sold for scrap or parts. However, the dump happened to employ a few rather lazy individuals who didn't care if gasoline leaked out of corroded tanks and contaminated the land, and who didn't believe anything would ever set off the combustible liquid.
A tiny spark from all metal scraping against metal formed and, by sheer misfortune, happened to drift into an open gas tank. An orange fireball leapt up with a great woomph! sound, billowing inky black smoke into the air, and several similar blasts followed, in a cascade effect as explosion begat explosion. In seconds, the fallen stack of cars was a great pile of twisted, burning metal.
For several seconds, said pile lay there, smoldering undisturbed and looking about as serene as such a thing could possibly look.
Then a car was thrown into the sky as Asuka burst out of the great mess, flying into the air to hover a few feet about the pile of burning cars.
"Holy…" she breathed as she looked at the devastation she had emerged from, then looked down at her hands.
Despite the amount of punishment her too successful attempt at lifting the heaviest thing in the dump had put her through, there wasn't a scratch or a burn anywhere on her. She'd known she was tougher than normal humans—crashing through a building and not receiving the slightest injury had been enough to prove that to her—but this was beyond the pale. Having a pile of cars fall on top of her and then burst into flame hadn't even hurt in the slightest!
Hovering there, Asuka silently began to wonder if perhaps she could have survived if Shinji had never sent Unit One plunging into the molten lava of Mount Asuma.
It could not be killed, or if it could he did not know how. The witch took a knife to it, but it investigated the blade avidly, only parting and reforming under his efforts. It tried to grip the metal.
When he bludgeoned it with a flatiron, it recoiled and regrouped its matter, moved over and around the weapon, soiling it with itself and making the iron into a skate on which it tried to move. Fire only discomfited it, and it sat tranquil in acid. It studied every danger as it had dust, and the echo of that study turned the witch's gut.
Thank you, invulnerability. You are my very bestest friend...
All that for a drop of blood.
Drax: [clinging to the Surfer's board] Where's Thanos?
Silver Surfer: We're back to that point, are we? What do you say to a little dip into the sun, to see how fireproof you are? You can hop off anytime it gets too hot for you, Drax. You can fly, can't you?
[cut to a panel of Silver Surfer flying through the corona of the sun with Drax still clinging to the board, both completely unharmed]
Drax: Where's Thanos?
Silver Surfer: That was a complete waste of time. Tell me, Drax, are you capable of feeling any pain?
Drax: Only the aching desire to see Thanos dead.
—Silver Surfer: Rebirth Of Thanos
According to the heretical handwritten chronicle of his life, entitled simply The Dark, Konrad Curze's earliest memory was of descending from the heavens in a crackling ball of light to the night-shrouded planet of Nostramo. His embryonic form impacted on the dense cityscape of Nostramo Quintus, smashing through countless levels of debris and mouldering architecture, through the planet's crust and into the geosphere before finally coming to a halt near the liquid core of the planet. He descent left a scar in the virtually inviolable adamantium strata of Nostramo, the result of the supernaturally-resilient Primarch's violent birth into a world that knew no light. The cratered pit his descent had carved into the planet was closed off and regarded with fear and suspicion. Theoretically, the only way the Primarch could have reached the surface was to have swum through molten metal, borne upwards through volcanic vents to the surface.
Raiden: Why won't you die?
Senator Armstrong: Nanomachines, son! They harden in response to physical trauma. You can't hurt me, Jack!
"Quite right. We could hit those women with thermonuclear missiles. So could you. But if their powers really are on a level with Superman's, we wouldn't be doing much more than throwing beer cans at them."
She sped towards him again, ducking under the twin eye-blasts that came from him, and rocked his world with an uppercut that would have taken off the top of a mountain. To his credit, Darkseid was tough enough to take it, but went off his pins again.
Here was a mark where an atomic bomb had hit it, there was a scar where possibly a plane had crashed into it leaving the charred remnants of oil and fuel. There was a row of minute dents where surface-to-air or air-to-air missiles had struck it. But such marks were notable only for their stains, not for any damage they had done.
— Battlefield Earth: A Saga of the Year 3000, by L. Ron Hubbard
Isaac: How do we kill the slake-moths?
Vermishank: You cannot.
Isaac: Don't bullshit me. Everything that lives can die...
Vermishank: You misunderstand me. As an abstract proposition of course they can die. And therefore, theoretically, they can be killed. But you will not be able to kill them. They live in several planes, as I've said, and bullets, fire, and so forth injure only in one. You would have to hit them in multiple dimensions at once, or do the most extraordinary amount of damage in this one, and they will not give you the chance'... do you understand?
Anna Valerious: A silver stake? A crucifix? What, did you think we haven't tried everything before? We've shot him, stabbed him, clubbed him, sprayed him with holy water, staked him through the heart, and STILL he lives! Do you understand? No-one knows how to kill Dracula!
Gabriel van Helsing: Well, I could have used that information a little earlier.
Gabriel van Helsing: Well, I could have used that information a little earlier.
"You think THAT was going to stop me!? I was once buried alive for sixty years! If that didn't kill me... if the Sith and the Mandalorians and the Bloodboilers of Kragis couldn't kill me... then you will not kill me!"
—Durge, Star Wars: Republic
This raving creature had to be silenced. But doing so proved maddeningly impossible. How had he survived the stockades, the icy waters, and the knives I delivered so enthusiastically into his back? How had he returned, time and time again, to rouse the townsfolk with his wild speculations and prophecies?
—The Ancestor, Darkest Dungeon
