A Chaos Warrior needs not food, drink or sleep, for he is nourished by the carnage he wreaks. His home is under the cold, uncaring skies. His heart is the baroque armour that covers every inch of his skin. He has no family other than the fellow warriors that walk the land at his side, butchers and madmen all. His bride is his blade, his every kill a consummation of his violent lusts. A Chaos Warrior is no longer truly human - rather, he is a living weapon, honed perfectly for the bloody tasks before him.
— Warhammer: Warriors Of Chaos Army Book (7th edition)
"No heartbeat, no body heat - test chamber air sample is 97% carbon monoxide. Normal respiration cannot take place. Subject is, by all definition, clinically dead."
— The Mandarin on the Player Character, Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines
