"All my days were happy, fun and cheerful. I liked that world and peace in that we had. In that world, there was only thieves who stole wallets and we played who would get him first. But one day they came... that thing came.
My friends are dead! My family was killed in front of me! My happy world fell into darkness and despair!
explaining his life after DEM oppression, Date A Live
I think it was after you were gone... that I found her diary. I confronted your mother. She apologized to me crying. I didn't understand the big words... But I knew the pain I suffered should've been yours. That you weren't Aceman... and that you were the reason for my suffering. You then meant nothing to me.
, reflecting on the day she found out that she was a replacement subject for Ganta
in Deadman Wonderland
Nobody wants me. So, everybody can just die. Rei:
Then, what are those hands for? Shinji:
Nobody cares whether I exist or not. Nothing will change. So, everybody can just die. Rei:
Then, what is that heart for? Shinji:
It'd be better if I wasn't here either. So I should just die, too. Rei:
Then, why are you here? Shinji:
Is it okay for me to be here?
Dammit! Why... By letting myself be worshipped as an emissary of God, I was meant to lead everyone... but I can't even save one girl?
Some savior I am... I couldn't even save Yurin.
I was stupid... So stupid...
So this is a Witch. My emotions have all come back to haunt me. I can't remember anything but glimmers of light and regret. Ah, so this is my... despair.
Is that all you can do? Make cheap, tasteless jokes when your friend dies? Have you given up? Have you given up completely? The Doctor:
It wasn't a joke. But yes, I have given up. Sort of. Look around, Jack. Look at what's happened. Look at what's happening. Face it - no matter what I saw - we're not getting out of this in one piece. Jenny really was the spirit of the twenty-first century. If she's dead, that means the century - and everyone living in it - dies with her
. It's time you did what I did, Jack. Not give up. Not exactly. But accept the inevitable. If these are the last moments of the universe, do you really want to spend them whining and fighting? Hawksmoor:
Stood in firelight, sweltering. Bloodstain on chest like map of violent new continent. Felt cleansed. Felt dark planet turn under my feet and knew what cats know that makes them scream like babies in night. Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not there.
The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do.
Devise reason later. Born from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves, go into oblivion. There is nothing else. Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose.
This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It's us. Only us.
Streets stank of fire. The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. Was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world. Was Rorschach.
Does that answer your questions, Doctor?
As my beautiful daughter dies, so does something inside me. Hope. The hope of a future. The hope of happiness. The hope of there being a benign force in the universe. It all dies...
Nobody knows me anymore. Even the little kids I remember are old men now. You should have left me in the ice where I belonged, General Fury. Everything I ever loved is gone.
It was too much for her. She'd never wanted any of this. The flame washed out of her like a torrent; she heard the people behind her burst into flames and die, but she didn't care. If this was the world, she wanted to destroy it. Better that nothing exist, if the Outer Gods were all there was. Humanity would be better off dead.
Nylarathotep tried to speak, but her flames rushed through him, charring him to ash in an instant. But he wasn't dead. He would rise again, she knew, and that knowing infuriated her more.
She gathered her strength. This world would burn. Burn, burn, burn. If it burned hot enough, maybe she would die herself, and not have to live in it.
He knew, somewhere deep inside, that Asuka was not answering because she couldn't. His dreams, his hopes, and everything else he wished for the future simply ebbed away, leaving behind only an empty vacuum.
All those who had meant something to me, all those I had cared for... they were all dead. I had nothing, nothing left. Nothing to expect. No hope.
Someday for sure, I will bring death upon her.
Linda]], it's like this. Christmas is the big time of the year when everybody's supposed to be happy. Santa Claus is comin' to town, ho-ho-ho, all the candy canes and stuff under the tree and Sears catalogs and people freezin' their rear ends off out caroling. So everybody's supposed to love each other and all those good vibes just floating around. But sometimes, if you don't feel the good vibes, that makes it so much worse. Depression increases at Christmas. The fact that it's near the shortest day of the year doesn't help much. Suicides go up. You know what I'm sayin'?"
One of the boxes
had moved. Was it alive in there? He didnt want to see. He stepped back and away from this nightmare; away from the dangerous edge. But it was too late. He had slipped now, and the abyss was swallowing him up. What had been an assault from a solitary invader was now a raid by an unceasing army. They had been built too many and too quick. He was not special at all. He was just another blank faced boy hanging from a wall.
He was Mecha
; built specific; just another one of many. Duplicable. Replaceable.
Dammit, this always happens! I think I'm gonna score, and then I never score! It's not fair!
We've traveled, um, um, uh, a hundred miles 'cause we thought we were gonna score! But now it's not gonna happen! Dammit! Bus Driver:
Hey, buddy, sit down! Beavis: Shut up, ass-wipe!
I'm sick and tired of this! We're never gonna score! It's just not gonna happen! We're just gonna get old like these people, but they've probably scored! Bus Driver:
Hey, I'm warning you! SIT DOWN! Beavis:
It's like, this chick's a slut! And look at this guy - he's old, but he's probably scored a million times! Old Guy:
Oh, yeah! Beavis:
But not us! We're never gonna score! We're never gonna score! WE'RE NEVER GONNA SCORE!
Why are you here? How can you possibly bring me lower? What more can you take away from me?!
I've seen dark before, but not like this.
This is cold, this is empty, this is numb.
The life I knew is over, the lights are out.
Hello, darkness. I'm ready to succumb.
It's over. Everything, I did everything wrong. I want my life back. I want it back before everything got fucked up. I want to be a baby again. I want to be new. I want to be new.
They look like big, good, strong
hands. Don't they? I always thought that's what they were. My little friends. The little man with his racing snail, the Nighthob, even the stupid bat. I couldn't hold on
to them. The Nothing... pulled them right out of my hands. I failed.
There was a time I could see. And I have
seen... boys like these - younger
even - their arms torn out, their legs ripped off. But there is nothing
like the sight of an amputated spirit. There is no prosthetic for that.
Josh, just quit it. She's had enough. Come on, man, you got her back. Good one
Heather: Please stop...
Josh: This is my point here!
"Let the months and years come, they can take nothing from me, they can take nothing more. I am so alone, and so without hope that I can confront them without fear."
The world was as hard and comfortless as the bench she was sitting on, as barren as the whitewashed walls around her. She felt her tears like cold rain on her face. She hadn't understood until now what it meant to be alone, utterly and completely alone... There was no God. There was no magic. There was only Death.
Sitting there on the floor, Louis put his face in his hands and began to weep. He had lost all interest in his father-in-law, in the MX missile, in permanent versus dissolving sutures, in the heat death of the universe. At that moment, Louis Creed wished he were dead.
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demons that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light oer him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted nevermore!
It wasn't just the baby that died that day; something inside Sick Boy was lost and never returned. It seemed that he had no theory with which to explain a moment like this. Nor did I. Our only response was to keep on going and fuck everything: pile misery upon misery, heap it up on a spoon and dissolve it with a drop of bile, then squirt it into a stinking, prurient vein and do it all over again; keep on going, getting up, going out, robbing, stealing, fucking people over, propelling ourselves with longing towards the day that it would all go wrong, because no matter how much you stash, or how much you steal, you never have enough. No matter how often you go out and rob and fuck people over, you always need to get up and do it all over again.
What they found outside the cottage killed Brian
. It was as if he had been drop-kicked in the chest by Bruce Lee. He felt his heart stop. Pain spread through his ribs, and his limbs stopped sending signals to his brain. His ears popped as if he were undergoing severe decompression in a crashing Concord.
He opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out. His jaw ached, and the hammering at his temples increased. He tore out two fistfuls of hair, and ripped at his shirt with bloody fingers.
Then the scream
started. First, it was a whistling, gulping cry somewhere in the back of his throat, then it took hold and boomed forth, emerging from his mouth like solid vomit. Inside, his lungs tore, his windpipe distended. In that wordless screech, Brian cursed the world. He damned God, the University, the Unwin Chemical Corporation
, the Vice-Chancellor
, Abigail, Lynch
, the fucking disease
, Jason, Jean, Monica, Debbie, blind moronic chance. And, most of all, himself.
Well, anyway, you were right all along. The spirit of Borrigarde is gone and there's no room for the pride of our people anymore. That's why I came back to Yawnbore to find you. So I could join your quest and get myself deleted as well
Jim: For god's sake, Meryl, you don't have to!
Jim, it's okay. This is what I want. There's something else. I've learned the Truth
Jim: The truth?
<That's how it always is,> the Yeerk
said. <At first the host fights, or at least tries. But hour after hour and day after day they see that they cannot rule their own bodies
. The host sees that no-one even knows what has happened to him. No one knows he is lost in his own head. And, over time, hope dies. The host becomes a faint, shattered creature. Like your brother.>
The Yeerk was telling the truth
. That was what made it so terrible. It was true. I could feel Tom's complete, utter despair. I could feel that he had accepted defeat. I knew that all he wished for now was an end.
He didn't know what to do.
He didn't know if there was anything to do.
And worst of all, he didn't much care.
—Red Dwarf: Infinity Welcomes Careful Drivers
It was all real
it wasn't a dream or a psychotic hallucination but they weren't going to let her have it. There was a place out there
that was so perfect and magical that it had made even Quentin
happy. There wasn't just magic there, there was love too. Quentin was in love. But Julia wasn't. She was out in the cold. Hogwarts was fully subscribed
, and her eligibility had lapsed. Hagrid's motorcycle would neve rumble outside her front door. No creamy-enveloped letters would ever come flooding down her chimney.
She lay there, thinking, on the rich graveyard grass, before the tomb of some modest parishioner - Beloved Son, Husband, Father - and what she thought was this: she'd been right about almost everything. She'd gotten nearly full marks. A-minus again. Blew only one question.
Here's the one thing I got wrong, she thought. I thought that they would never wear me down.
Here then at long last is my darkness. No cry of light, no glimmer, not even the faintest shard of hope to break free across the hold.
Now I can't go on, I can't even start
I got nothing left, just an empty heart
I'm a soldier, wounded so I must give up the fight
There's nothing more for me, lead me away
Or leave me lying here
I need someone to show me the things in life that I can't find.
I can't see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind.
Leave me alone.
God let me go.
I'm blue and cold.
Black sky will burn.
Love pull me down.
Hate lift me up.
Just turn around.
There's nothing left.
She speaks no word to her doctor,
for fear her pain disgrace her kin.
For weeks she dared not sleep or dream.
Don't push me,
Cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head...
I believe that the stars keep shining all through the night
I believe if we just keep trying, it'll be alright
I believe that someday were gonna find our way
And I believe in a beautiful day
I believe in lovers walking side by side
I believe that someday well be satisfied
I believe the angels listen, God hears us pray
And I believe in a beautiful day
Yeah I believe its gonna work out okay
But not for me
and not for you.
...Sometimes all our dreams just don't come true.
—Mellissa Hollick, I Believe
No one but me can save myself, but it's too late
Now I can't think why I should even try.
This cannot be happening to me.
It's all wrong, just a dream. What have I done?
No hope, no way to get out of this.
Please just let me die now. I don't want this fate.
I don't want to be a hero anymore.
Can't breathe, can't do it, just let me fall.
We're all lost. Fighting enemies that don't exist.
And they turned us into this.
Saw all of the saints
Lock up the gates
I could not enter
Walked into the flames
Called out your name
But there was no answer...
That little boy quit trying.
He just walked away.
There were teardrops on his face.
Tell me, how would you feel?
You'd probably give up too, If nobody believed in you.
— Joe Nichols, "If Nobody Believed In You"
When I was a child, I caught a fleeting glimpse.
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child has grown, the dream has gone.
I have become comfortably numb
This cruel country has driven me down.
Teased me and lied.
Teased me and lied.
I've only sad stories to tell to this town.
My dreams have withered and died.
Murdered in the heart of the Chantry, by those who held a sacred trust. What hope for this city, when we fail our own so completely?
Look at it all. Why don't they just drown us as infants? Why wait? Why give us the illusion of hope?
Doesn't really care about anything anymore.
— Appears in the profile of any sufficiently traumatized character in Dwarf Fortressnote
My name is Oerba Dia Vanille. I'm a L'Cie, from Gran Pulse, and to everyone on Cocoon, evil. Shoot me! For your son!
I have taught you many ways to kill a mortal, Kratos; flesh that burns, bones that break. But to break a man's spirit, is to truly destroy him!
The gods of Olympus have abandoned me. Now there is no hope.
There's nothing left for me. No place to return to, nobody to love, and nothing to believe in...
But it cannot be! This would mean that all my work
has been for nothing!
Everything that I've tried to- A FAILURE! It can't be! Be!
BE! Be... I... don't think that I can continue. Continue?
To have done the things I have done... in the name of progress... and healing... It was madness. I can see it now, madness. Madness?
There is no hope. Leave now. Leave... while you still have hope
I'm already a dead man. I don't sleep. Food has no taste. Some days... I just want it to be over.
Our time has passed, John.
It seems in the end... that I... was the greatest fool of all...
I... Used to be so beautiful...
I looked into the eyes of the dragon
... and despaired.
There can be no hope in this hell. No hope at all.
, Darkest Dungeon
, upon a hero gaining the Hopeless affliction.
Suffer not the lame horse, nor the broken man. Another soul battered and broken, cast aside like a spent torch. Slumped shoulders, wild eyes, and a stumbling gait this one is no more good to us.
, Darkest Dungeon
, when dismissing heroes driven mad with despair
If I am being honest, I care only to give hope to the frightened, huddled masses so that when I come upon them they will have more to lose. Their pain will be greater. Their screams more pure.(...)
Nothing dies like hope. I cherish it.
What drives a man to such madness
? The Archer:
To be tested... and to fail.
It wasn't the torture
that broke me. It wasn't the indoctrination
. It was time.
Time rots everything, Booker... even hope.
O' Architect! Is this the world
that you intended?
, after witnessing a soldier whose life he saved killing and stealing from an innocent family, Xenoblade Chronicles 2
I don't wanna go back out there...I can't do this anymore...
His eyes meet yours when you look up from the page. They are dull as old iron
. "I am done, sir. I am done. I have one last thing to ask of you." The truth has broken him. He buries his face in his hands. "Even if I could remember, I would not want to. But it is only a matter of time until this-" he runs a finger over his sigil
"-takes something I can't do without
. Maybe I will forget how to breathe. Or which way is north. Perhaps I will strand us all at zee again and it'll be oaths of silence and straws in the dark
. Be rid of me, sir. Put me ashore somewhere I can be forgotten."
—The Sigil-Ridden Navigator,
after reading his own confession, Sunless Sea
That's where they come from. That's why they hate us
... that's why they need us
. That's why they take us.... that's why they feed us
. But the true abomination... is not that it occurred, but that it was allowed.
Branka... my love... The Stone has punished me, dream-friend. I am dying of something worse than death. Betrayal.
I had to burn it. All of it. Murkoff
took so much from us. Used
us. Turned us into these... things
... because nobody cares about a few forgotten lunatics
. So let it burn. Burn the whole god damned thing down. Get out. If you want to live, you can get out through the kitchen.
(Raises his head sobbing) Witch & wizard
... has ruined my life... When I go outside... I can't feel the sunlight's warmth on my skin. When I eat... my food turns to ash in my mouth... My food...(Goes back to sobbing)
) Remember when shooters were about killing demons from hell?
Those were good days. Perhaps this is an inevitable part of gaming growing up as our childish fantasies are torn from us, and we are forced to confront consequences in an unfair, uncaring and unavoidable world of hatred, misery, and death.
Nothing will make me feel better! Even the victory will be bittersweet!
Well, it took 11,000 years but something has finally ground down whatever optimism Rose had left. I guess its been a rough couple of months for her. Finding out your fiancee isnt dead, also hes evil, and by the way, your fuck up basically doomed the planet, has to be pretty rough.
It's pretty interesting that its a lot more common for RPG characters to start off horribly flawed but find their way forward
. But in this case the humanity of the party has kind of broken what was left of Rose. So long she's basically been all alone
. Now she has people look up to her and respect her and its a lot easier to see she's on the edge of a cliff
and it's a long fall down. She's no longer the confident, experienced party member guiding us on. She's just hoping she can make it to the end before the last hammer blow falls and shatters what's left.
''I-I I think I've stopped caring? I've become this, like, nihilistic shit-lord...That I'm just like, eh, I know my computer's suffering, but...meh..."
I can't keep pushing this down any deeper
Why do I keep trying if I can't keep her?
What's wrong? Cricket:
I tried, Dad, but I just couldn't get into Lil' Abe
, either! Maybe the problem isn't books, it's me and my stimuli-chasin' brain. Bill:
Don't give up on yourself just yet. We can come back another day and try again. Cricket:
Yeah, I guess... Let's go home.
anymore?! There's no way home
! There's nothing to fight for!
I've fought Aku for ages. I've seen countless innocents die. I've lived this nightmare for what seems like an eternity. There is no way to defeat him. There is no hope. No way out.
I'm sorry, Master, but I'm not coming back...
How messed up is that? That I've gotten away with this for so long? You have no idea how bad I am! You think I'm so great and I'm so mature and I always know what to do, but that's not true! I haven't learned a thing from my problems. They've all just made me worse! You think of me as some angel but I'm not that kid anymore! I'm a fraud. I'm a fraud. I'M A MONSTER!
My confidence has been destroyed! My self-worth shattered! That little voice inside my head that once said Hudson, youre okay is long gone!
WHATEVER WILL TAKE ITS PLACE?!! *Bursts out crying*