[After seeing a nuclear weapons test] "You can't have this kind of war. There just aren't enough bulldozers to scrape the bodies off the streets."
"It's hard not to look all all these war games about Russia invading America and not be reminded of fanfiction. America is a fat teenage virgin lying on her front on her bed staring up at her Edward and Bella poster while crossing and uncrossing her ankles and dreamily writing creepy stories about having filthy monkey sex with the quiet, Eastern European boy down the road. And the child psychologist hired by her concerned parents gives the following advice: "What this girl needs is a good hard dicking!" So c'mon, Russia, take the hint. World War III, let's do it! Yeah lots of people will die, but it's not like the human race couldn't use a bit of a pruning now and then. What about you, China? You've got loads of people to spare, you selfish bastards."
When the war in the Pacific ended in a sky-searing fireball and the howl of a maddened sun, it was the viziers and sorcerers' turn to weep. The mortals had learned to chain the lightning, and we knew from nights of antiquity that the world bleeds in threes:
The Great War was a war for the viziers, with the mad pace of innovation outstripping the art of the battlefield. The Second World War was a war for the warriors, as the mortals gained the knowledge to use their newfound weapons to greatest effect. When the world bleeds again, it will be a war for the sorcerers, and that blood will feed upon their magic.
—Vampire: The Masquerade - Clanbook: Assamite (Revised)