Quotes / Reality Warper

"Today's seminar is about a subject near and dear to my heart: Reality Benders. Type Greens. Mary Sues. Bixbies, Shapers, Wizards, Gods, Devils, Outside Observers, call them what you will, these are the guys that change reality based on perception and willpower."

PHASE 4: The Child-God Sadly, the majority of Type Greens will end at Phase 4. During this phase, the reality bender becomes obsessed with the power it possesses and will attempt to utilize it for personal gain at the cost of others. This phase is marked by reduced empathy for other humans, inability to accept personal faults, and increased megalomania.

Although warning signs are numerous, the key aspect of a Phase 4 is the use of their abilities to manipulate other humans. Teenage and young adult Type Greens will typically use their abilities for sexual purposes, while children will attempt to make strangers their "friends." Older adults may attempt to manipulate others for love or financial gain. Although a few cases have resulted where the Type Green then reverts to Phase 3, 99% of them will remain at Phase 4 until eliminated. For this reason, Phase 4 Type Greens should be considered Threat Level 5 (Immediate Threat) and eliminated immediately.

I shelve physics texts under "Fiction" in the library, I consider the laws of thermodynamics loose guidelines at best.
Vaarsuvius, The Order of the Stick

I can turn the greyest sky blue!
I can make it rain, whenever I want it to!
Oh, I can build a castle from a single grain of sand!
I can make a ship sail on dry land!
The Temptations, "I Can't Get Next To You"

Crichton: How did I get here?
Haloth: Oh, the words I need elude translation's grasp. Suffice to say... I simply wished you here.

Did I ever tell you my favourite colour was blue?
Sutter Cane, a split second before turning the world his favourite colour in In the Mouth of Madness.

Aerith: I thought you'd be happy. You were the one who thought something was odd.
Namine: That was BEFORE Axel agreed with me.
Axel: It is werepires; I am right.
Namine: I know you're right. But you shouldn't be! You are a dangerous, psychotic douche! The sheer force of your insanity actually warps reality! Earth changes to accommodate your insane view of the world!
Axel: Sorry, what? I'm kinda fighting a shark right now.

Mad Jim Jaspers: You've got it, Captain. Hole in one. I'm a mutant. It's my brain, you know. It's very powerful. It bends reality to suit itself... and it gets stronger all the time.
Captain Britain: Then... that's why everything's been so disjointed since I came to this world, so mad and illogical. It's you: you're gradually taking control of reality... and you're mad.
Mad Jim Jaspers: Quite right, Captain. Mad as a hatter. But let's not get in a tizzy about it, eh? The party's just getting started...

Matter is created when I want, where I want, because I want.
Jaime HR, Cronicas De UP.

Where there are many of us, the world is as we want it to be. Of course, there aren't many of us anywhere but Arvarokh... We like beautiful people, so Arvarokhians are beautiful. Their eyes have the same color as ours, because we like this color. They are taciturn, because we are not interested in hearing their ramblings. They are active, because we like discussing their doings. We live alone, but our elders come to Arvarokhians to die and enjoy these creatures — they are the pinnacle of our common workings. Arvarokhians like to die, because they believe that each of them may be reborn as a burivukh. This is but a superstition, but sometimes we believe they succeed.
Kurush, a burivukh, Labyrinths of Echo

How’s this for a mouthful: corduroy capers blooming on roof of a tumbleweed cave made entirely out of applesauce and flamingo feathers. Done saying that? Discord’s done doing that. Or, he’s done it. He has brought the sentence into being, and watched as it slowly rolled away, a mess of chaos. Life’s a snap for the old Draconequus, and with a click of his fingers he could turn the world into modern art, or just coat it in a layer of raspberry jam and toffee chunks. Things have gotten a lot more fun since he broke out of that old statue. At least, in his opinion it has.
Fostering Intelligence, a My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic fanfic

Let me try to explain this in terms your primitive intellect can grasp. He's crazy. Even the Q recognize a common consensual reality, a certain metaphysical bedrock or foundation that transcends even our own infinite command over time and space, energy and matter. The alternative is utter chaos, and we all understand that. So do the Organians and the Metrons and the Douwd and all the other truly advanced intelligences. But not 0, not anymore. He's different now. He doesn't recognize any reality at all, on any level, except his own twisted perceptions, which means he's free to distort the fundamental underpinnings of the multiverse to an absolutely unthinkable degree. The observer affects the observed, Picard. Even your own quantum physicists know that. So 0's insanity grants him an insane amount of power. Does this make any sense at all to you, mon capitaine?
Star Trek novel Q-Strike, Q explains to Picard why 0 (the Big Bad) is more powerful than he is.

The ability to manipulate boundaries is a terrifying ability capable of fundamentally undermining reality. As far as we know, everything is built upon the existence of boundaries. If there was no water surface, there could be no lake. If there was no sky line, neither mountain nor sky could exist. Were it not for the Great Barrier, even Gensokyo itself wouldn't exist. If there were no boundaries, everything would probably exist as a single enormous object. Thus, the ability to manipulate boundaries is by logic an ability of creation and destruction. It essentially creates a new being, or rejects the existence of a being. [...] It's said that this ability is not limited to physical space, but also applies to pictures, others' dreams, and even stories.
Hieda no Akyuu, on Yukari Yakumo, Touhou

Reality has exiled me. I am no longer bound by its laws.
Ixidor, Reality Sculptor, Magic: The Gathering

The Awakened will is a mighty thing, capable of fantastic and dangerous feats. The enlightened may divine the future, heal the sick with miracles or create machines far beyond the level of mundane technology. Always lurking is the danger of Paradox, though, to keep the stress of being pushed and twisted by the Awakened from tearing apart the very fabric of reality. Mages must be careful, always striving to make their changes subtle and safe, both for their own good and the good of those around them.
Now imagine this enlightened will, capable of amazing acts, with absolutely no regard for safety or restraint. Imagine it with no regard for the forces of Paradox that might come to keep reality stable - or in fact with no regard for reality at all. Imagine, for a moment, an enlightened mind so divorced from the conception of the world held by the common man that it can't even tell when it's changing reality or just existing. This is what a Marauder is: a living embodiment of Dynamism. The world warps and tears from the force of their constantly broadcast wills, going fluid and reforming to match their skewed inner realities.
Mage: The Ascension - The Book Of Madness

Nissiku was his name, and his name meant "the clever prince." [...} He came into the family; he was one of the first. When he drank from Malkav and was reborn... perhaps he drank too deeply. His Sight reached beyond reality, and his too-clever fingers were able to follow. I hear tales of the Clever Prince reaching through the skin of the world and drawing for the cold, sharp-edged things that lie beyond the soft, loving mirage. Malkav abandoned him soon after his rebirth, it's said; I wonder if the father didn't see too much of himself in his childe.
Vampire: The Masquerade - Clanbook: Malkavian (Revised)

It's not as simple as the lance changing its course and piercing her heart. The lance did not change its course, but changed the means so that the result would be so. The lance thrust with that name carried the "result" of "piercing her heart" as a premise. In other words, the process and the result were reversed. As long as there was the result of the lance piercing her heart, the course of the lance was merely something added later to prove that fact.
Fate/stay night regarding Lancer's Gae Bolg

Deep in the Vault of Glass, the fabric of reality bends to the will of the Vex. Warlocks speak in tones of awe of the Gorgons - creatures that seem to possess a dreaded, almost unimaginable strength: an ontological weapon.
Like the Oracles and the Templar, the Gorgons reputedly possess the ability to define what is and is not real. Whatever they perceive becomes subject to erasure at their will. Until a countermeasure can be found, Guardians must avoid their gaze at all costs - or reply to any detection with immediate, overwhelming force.
Grimoire: The Gorgons, Destiny

Even among the Axis Minds, the Templar is extraordinary. Fragmentary glimpses and scattered reports suggest a Hydra of impossible capabilities - a creature out of time.
The Templar and the Oracles guard the way into the deeper Vault. Legends say that the Oracles foresee what is to come, a world as the Vex desire it - and that the Templar has the power to shape reality to match the Oracles' design, expunging any threats.
The power of the Vault flows through the Templar. It will take something extraordinary to shatter its shield.
Grimoire: The Templar, Destiny

The most nefarious Tower, Walk-Brass, refuted even more, refuting unto dis-creation....
Nu-Mantia Intercept, The Elder Scrolls

Shout at time, and command it to obey, as the world around you stands still.
Description for "Slow Time", The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Most physicians refuse to even believe there is a connection between you and these bizarre occurrences. And who can blame them? I know ten years ago, you were working as a pool cleaner, and one of the pools was found inexplicably filled with blood. Six years ago, a difficult landlord was found trapped in his car. The windows, doors and handles had all been replaced by solid steel. An emergency crew had to pry him out. And I know that yesterday, a woman named Mrs McCartney was attacked in the store where you work - used to work, sorry. She claims the fur that she was wearing came to life and bit her ear off. She's suing your former boss, you know. Luckily for him, a judge is more likely to order psychiatric treatment than award damages. As I said, few people believe such things could possibly happen... far fewer that you are the cause.
Clive Finney to Brian Newman, Tales from the Darkside: Black Box

Having crawled into the forest as a misshapen and deadly babe, Morghur lives deep within a cave, hidden in one of the darkest groves. The dank stone walls of his cave flow like water in his presence, constantly reforming to mirror the dark visions that plague him. At all times, Morghur's mind is filled with images of destruction, fire and desolation. Burning hatred simmers within his heart, and he is consumed with the desire to make his waking dreams become reality - to rip down civilisation in all its forms, to shatter order wherever it is found and to change the world constantly and randomly. As he walks the forest, everything in his presence is irrevocably changed. Grass turns black and grows in strange patterns beneath his hooves, streams begin to flow backwards and animals mutate horribly.