Why? Why? Just to see the disappointment on your cornfed, gee-whiz face, Superman. And because a great dark voice on the edge of nothing spoke to me and said you all had to die. There is no why!
Why us, goddammit? Why are you doing this stuff to us? You're going to kill us! Doctor Destiny: Why? Because I can.
"Why? Why buy a child just to kill her?" Dezono Qua:
"Because I could. And to eat her, of course. She was delicious."
Would you like to know why
you're gonna die? Chip:
Die?! B-but I haven't done anything wrong! Carnage:
Chiiiip! Chipper! Chiparoonie!
That's precisely the point! Chip:
This is nuts! D-doesn't make any sense! Carnage:
Hey, score one for the Chip-meister! NOW you're catchin' on! But you don't get it at all, do you? This ain't a movie, Chip-man! Ya can't run off the set! No white-horse hero's gonna ride in and save your butt before the last reel! Uh-uh! This is reality, compadre! And in reality— there ain't no
B-but why? For the love of God, WHY?!? Carnage:
"Why?" 'Cause law's an illusion, Chip-O! An' order's nothin' but a TV fantasy!
Why am I killin' you, Cap'n Chips? That's easy. I'm killin' you... *THUK* 'cause I CAN!
Because it's fun. Two years back, I was driving home drunk when I ran a guy over. I got out to help, saw I'd killed him. It was four A.M.: No one around. I got back in the car and drove like Hell, and it was five minutes before I realized I was 'laughing fit to bust
— 'cause I'd gotten clean away with it. So I began seeing what else I could get away with, and it just got funnier each time. Why? You were expecting some crap about getting raped by my dad? Or being a wolf that preys on humanity, blah-blah-blah? Anyway, don't scream, or the cops'll come and they'll get Jesse anyway. I'm gonna go tell Bridges about his lucky break. Then we'll head up to my folks' place, and I'll get them out of the freezer...and then I'll show you just how much fun serial killing can be.
Greed is for amateurs. Disorder, chaos, anarchy: now that's
"I want you to set a fire so goddamn big, the gods'll notice us again, that's what I'm sayin'. I want all of you boys to be able to look me straight in the eye one more time and say: ARE WE HAVING FUN OR WHAT?" Superman:
Is that how a warped brain like yours gets its kicks? By planning the death of innocent people? Lex Luthor:
No. By causing
the death of innocent people.
A long time ago, I was in Burma, my friends and I were working for the local government. They were trying to buy the loyalty of tribal leaders by bribing them with precious stones, but their caravans were being raided in a forest north of Rangoon by a bandit. So we went looking for the stones, but in six months, we never met anyone who traded with him. One day, I saw a child playing with a ruby the size of a tangerine. The bandit had been throwing them away. Bruce:
So why steal them? Alfred:
Well, because he thought it was good sport! Because, some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought
or negotiated with
. Some men just want to watch the world burn.
You know, you're crazy if you think you've heard the last of this guy. He's gonna kill again. District Attorney Rothko:
How do you know? Harry Callahan:
'Cause he likes it.
"Now I'm gonna shut you in again, Wade, not because I need to, because I want to."
I like being bad. It makes me happy.
Listen kid, I'm not gonna bullshit you, all right? I don't give a good fuck what you know, or don't know, but I'm gonna torture you anyway, regardless. Not to get information. It's amusing, to me
, to torture a cop. You can say anything you want cause I've heard it all before. All you can do is pray for a quick death, which you ain't gonna get.
What we were after now was the old surprise visit. That was a real kick, and good for laughs and lashings of the old ultra-violence.
I didn't do it for science. I didn't do it for glory. I'm just mean!
—Willum, Chopper Chicks in Zombietown
Why are you doing this to us? Dollface:
Because you were home.
Klytus, I'm bored. What plaything can you offer me today? Klytus:
An obscure body in the S-K system, Your Majesty. The inhabitants refer to it as the planet... Earth. Ming:
How peaceful it looks.
* Ming activates a console that causes natural disasters to ravage the planet, much to Ming and Klytus' amusement.* Klytus:
Most effective, Your Majesty. Will you destroy this, uh, Earth? Ming:
Later. I like to play with things a while... before annihilation.
What makes a man like Ringo, Doc? What makes him do the things he does? Doc:
A man like Ringo's got a great hole right through the middle of him... and he can never kill enough, or steal enough, or inflict enough pain to ever fill it. Wyatt:
What does he need
For what? Doc:
: You're a hard man to kill, Blofeld
. [looks at Franz Oberhauser's scar]
Ouch. I do hope that doesn't hurt too much. Franz Oberhauser/Ernst Stavro Blofeld: [shrugs]
My wounds will heal. What about yours? Look around you, James look. This is what's left of your world. Everything you ever stood for, everything you believed in a ruin. Bond
: Why are we here? Did you miss me? Oberhauser/Blofeld
: No. [blows into the glass and makes a heart sign, indicating that he's taken Bond Girl Madeleine Swann hostage]
But I know someone who does. Bond
: Where is she? Oberhauser/Blofeld
: That's for you to find out. In three minutes, this building will be demolished. I can get out easily, but you
have a choice
. Die trying to save her, or save yourself and live with the pain. Bond
: You're bluffing. Oberhauser/Blofeld
: Am I? [snickers smugly]
I've really put you through it, haven't I? Oh well, that's brothers for you
they always know
which button to press!
: You're seventy fucking years old. One of these guys is going to pop you. As for running drugs, what the fuck? You don't need the pain in the ass, and they're going to catch you. And you don't need the money. Frank Costello
: I haven't "needed the money" since I took Archie's milk money in the third grade. Tell you the truth, I don't need pussy any more either... but I like it.
"People are killed every day for no reason at all." Robin Hood
: Come now, Sir Guy. You would not kill a man for telling the truth, would you? Sir Guy of Gisbourne
: If it amused me, yes!
"You want to know why we picked on him? We were bored, he was a spaz. You do the math." Veronica Sawyer
: Heather, why can't you just be a friend? Why do you have to be such a mega-bitch? Heather Duke
: Because I can be.
: Even among other demons, he's a master of evil. Jong-Goo
: If that's true, why did it have to be... Il-Gwang
: ...your daughter? What sin did that young girl ever commit? Jong-Goo
: Yes. Il-Gwang
: If you go fishing, do you know what you'll catch? Jong-Goo
: No. Il-Gwang
: He's just fishing. Not even he knows what he'll catch. He just threw out the bait, and your daughter took it.
You understand well enough how the Party maintains itself in power. Now tell me why we cling to power. What is our motive? Why should we want power? Go on, speak. Winston:
You are ruling over us for our own good. You believe that human beings are not fit to govern themselves, and therefore— (O'Brien eletrocutes him) O'Brien:
That was stupid, Winston, stupid! You should know better than to say a thing like that. Now I will tell you the answer to my question. It is this. The Party seeks power entirely for its own sake. We are not interested in the good of others; we are interested solely in power. Not wealth or luxury or long life or happiness: only power, pure power.
It is not that I cannot create anything good, but that I will not.
I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart — one of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man. Who has not, a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or a silly action, for no other reason than because he knows he should not?
Have we not a perpetual inclination, in the teeth of our best judgment, to violate that which is Law, merely because we understand it to be such?
"The point?" said Mr. Weasley, with a hollow laugh. "Harry, that's their idea of fun. Half the Muggle killings back when You-Know-Who was in power were done for fun. I suppose they had a few drinks tonight and couldn't resist reminding us that all lots of them are still at large. A nice little reunion for them."
"Why do you hate us?" I whispered aloud, gasping. "Why do you attack us?"
"Malice is its own reason ... Malice needs no justification."
What say you, Empress of Praes?
Here you lie upon the blood-soaked ruins of your dominion, surrounded by the corpses of the legions that once swarmed over the world. Hundreds of thousands dead for the sake of your wretched ambition, your mad design to bring to heel the kingdoms of man. In all the history of Creation no one woman has been so wicked as you, and I will have my answer.
Why, o Empress of Ruins?
"This plan involves making an enemy of one of the most dangerous men on this continent for no tangible gain," Anaxares said. "It is not a good plan."
"Don't be foolish, advisor," Kairos
said. "Making an enemy of one of the most dangerous men on this continent is the point of the plan, not a side-effect."
Someone at White Rose once brought me a boy who'd tried to escape. He was quite popular and one of their higher earners, but he'd managed to injure a guard and so Marannis insisted I make an example of him. So I made him beg
for me to amputate his body parts, one at a time. Toes first
, then fingers
. Then his left foot, then his right, then what was left of his hands, then his genitals. When there wasn't anything left of his arms or legs, I started on his face. It's really quite a challenge keeping a body alive when the mind wants so desperately to die. I made him plead quite creatively before agreeing to remove the eyes
. I left his tongue
for last, but he didn't really have anything to say by then in any case. Once I was done, they brought the other children out to watch and had what was left thrown to the sniffers. You wouldn't believe the sounds it made. Alex: I don't understand you
. Why do you do this? Vihaela:
Why not? I decide how I live. Not the Council
. Not other mages. Just me. I can do whatever I like, and this
... is what I like.
Skipper: He worked for you, and you melted him?!
I'm a villain, remember? I do very bad things to people.
No, the reason why Buddy didn't pull the trigger that night was at once simpler and infinitely more complex than mind control. Buddy didn't pull the trigger, because Buddy liked
what he was doing. Passing on to others some aspect of the disease that had colonized his own body
gave him not only release, but pleasure. He enjoyed it. He relished the sense of power it gave him, the ability to decide who lived and who died. It was godlike.
It was Hugh Farnham
, the Monster. Joe McCarthy
had got all the contemporary press coverage and had an ism named after him, and Richard Nixon
had used the hearings as a springboard into grown-up politics. Even Roy Cohn
, the legal eminence grise who had died of AIDs a few years back, was comparatively well-remembered. But Farnham was Something Else
. The others were in it for patriotism
, paranoid self-justification
, and financial gain
. Halfway through his delicate dissection of Martin Ritt, Anne realized with a dizzying rush of vertigo that Farnham tormented people because it was his idea of fun. It met a need in him he could not slake any other way.
Edie had assumed that Shem Shem Tsien
would be occupied with rebuilding his citadel, licking his wounds and looking for another genius.
He did nothing of the kind. Before he had been Khaygul of Addeh Sikkim
, she realized, he had been the Opium Khan, master of the heroin trade in Europe and Asia. The nation he had usurped
had been little more than an amusement park for him; his own personal Brighton Pier. He had killed his family because they were in the way - not of some great unfulfilled desire, but of a whim.
Blitz: Yeah. His bark is literally worse than his bite. He... He's the most destructive creature in the World Tree. He spends his time running up and down the trunk, carrying insults from the eagle who lives at the top to Nidhogg, the dragon who lives at the roots.
Magnus: Why would a squirrel do that?
Blitz: To damage the tree. Ratatosk keeps the eagle and the dragon whipped into a frenzy. He tells them lies, rumors, nasty gossip about each other. His words can...well, you know what his words can do. The dragon Nidhogg is always chewing on the roots of the World Tree, trying to kill it. The eagle flaps his wings and creates windstorms that rip the branches and cause devastation throughout the Nine Worlds. Ratatosk makes sure the two monsters stay angry and in competition with each other, to see which one can destroy their end of Yggdrasil faster.
But that's...crazy. The squirrel lives
in the tree.
We all do, kid. People have destructive impulses. Some of us want to see the world in ruins just for the fun of it...even if we're ruined along with it.
"I was not unacquainted with blood. I am sometimes a coyote, after all. I've killed my share of rabbits and mice. Last winter I killed two men-werewolves. But this death was different. Evil. He hadn't killed her for food, revenge, or self-defense. He'd killed her, and four other people, because he liked it. And I hadn't been able to stop him."
— Mercedes "Mercy" Thompson
on Cory Littleton
, Mercy Thompson : Blood Bound
People always thought in terms of souls
, and of course he would take as many of those as he could when he closed his shop; they were to Leland Gaunt
what trophies were to the hunter, what stuffed fish were to the fisherman. They were worth little to him these days in any practical sense, but he still bagged his limit if he possibly could, no matter what he might say to the contrary; to do any less would not be playing the game.
Yet it was mostly amusement, not souls, that kept him going. Simple amusement. It was the only reason that mattered after a while, because when the years were long
, you took diversion when you could find it.
You can be good for the mere sake of goodness. You cannot be bad for the mere sake of badness.
You can do a kind action when you are not feeling kind and when it gives you no pleasure, simply because kindness is right. But no one ever did a cruel action simply because cruelty is wrong, only because it was pleasant or useful to him.
"Don't try anything, Angua," said Wolf, grinning happily. "Or else I'll break [Carrot's] arm. Oh, perhaps I'll break his arm anyway! Yes!"
taught me that killing people is way more fun than therapy! So, we made the sheriff and the medical examiner look like idiots, we tortured them with a killing spree they could not stop!
I know what it's like to take a life. To feel a future, a world of possibilities, snuffed out by your own hand. I know the power in it. The exhilaration. It was like a drug for me.
I enjoy destroying lives. It turns me on.
I see on the news, on the TV, that people question. They question why — why people do this. It's the same reason people do anything, 'cause, 'cause they feel like it, they like the way it feels. When I was a kid, my dog, Poppy, running across the grass. When I hit her
, I liked that feeling. That has not changed.
I wanna gorge on human blood, not because some fucking Bible tells me too, but because I like it. It's fun
. It makes my dick hard
I still don't see why you want to help them. What can you possibly gain? The Master:
The pleasure of seeing the human race exterminated, Doctor. The human race of which you are so fond. Believe me, that'll be a reward in itself.
Why would you bother killing me? I'm not even important. Missy:
Oh silly, why does one bother popping a balloon? Because you're pretty.
Destruction sometimes is its own reward. Angelus:
Hey, man, you're preaching to the guy who ate the choir.
Gwen: I've seen things you would never believe, and this is the only thing I can't understand.
Evan: 'Cos it made me happy.
"What do you want from us? We're evil! EVIIIIIIIIL!!!
Okay, so, last year at Spence, my best friend Katy and I kind of terrorized this girl, Paige. One time, we made her drink gutter water. Kevin:
Ew! Why? Veronica:
Because she was there. Because she was a misfit and we were class-A brutal bitches
"I had every reason to kill the others. They just had no reason to die. They never saw me coming unless I wanted them to see me coming. I could wave at a lady and smile, chew the fat with her in church, knowing I killed her husband. There is something beautiful about that ball of silence at a funeral, all those people around you, knowing that you made it happen."
Some folks is... just evil, ain't no point trying to explain it.
: Just stop! None of this makes any sense! Kefka
! Destruction isn't supposed
to make sense! It's only fun when it's senseless!
: You could've taken the sword without attacking the forest. Why'd you do it? Titan
: I don't need a reason. It was in my way. Asahi
: You burned down the fairies' home for fun? You're a monster
: Like I care what you think
. The will of the Divine Powers is law. Know your place.
Now, you're going to die. Matt
: Killing me will stop nothing. Frank Horrigan
: That may be true, but seeing your body rotting on the floor will bring a smile to my face.
The Lone Wanderer: Why are you doing all of this?
"What other people called happiness did not bring me any joy." Princess Peach
: We never did anything to you! Why are you keeping us prisoner? Wizardheimer
: Because I'm an evil Koopa wizard! I don't need a reason
to be mean and nasty! It's my nature!
Well all right then, Slick. Yes. I turned all the villagers into pigs. Big deal. [...] You know, they're all so depressing and boring and dimwitted all the time... so instead of wallowing in gloom, I figured they might as well wallow in mud! HA! How brilliant is THAT? Now they're pigs, get it?
Isn't that just soooo perfect? It's like irony, or something.
Rivers of blood... Mountains of flesh! A glorious world of pain! Feeble humans, crushed like the insects that they are!
Cortex, why do you keep doing stuff like this? Doctor Neo Cortex:
Well, actually, it's pretty fun! You should try it! You know, riding around in huge, rumbling machines and what-not... very stimulating!
Pearl: Why would you do something so wrong...?
: Because I'm a grown-up, and I can. Good enough for you, little girl?
"I killed a man named 'Smith' with a bottle because I am an evil human being. ...Isn't that enough?" Pit
: I get what Viridi
has against Hades
. He's destructive and evil. But what does Hades have against Viridi? Palutena
: I think you answered your own question. Destruction is fun
for him. Hades
: Well, five points for the squares! It's true. This is
just my idea of a good time.
I killed them because I could! Because it was fun! Do you know what it's like to determine another man's fate? And did you see the way the people cheered? The way they feared me? I was like a god! You'd have done the same if you could! Such power!
: Why did you do it? All of it? Maxwell Roth
: What? Snap a baby crow's neck between my thumb and forefinger? Slice to bits the ones you deem innocent? Keep the world in its divine manic state? For the same reason I do anything! (Roth drags Jacob down into a "Take That!" Kiss) Maxwell Roth:
: Terumi! Why must you repeat the mistakes of the past? What possible purpose could explain all this? Terumi
: Huh? Purpose? Ahahahahaha! Oh, you are a laugh riot! Ahahahahahahahaha! *gasping for breath* Ahahahahahahahaha! C'mon, you know me better than that 'old buddy!' Surely you don't mean to imply I
need a reason to destroy and manipulate and kill!?
OK, all right, fine! How about this reason? Seems as good as any. I do all the wonderful things I do because I want to see the miserable look on the faces of people like YOU when you're wallowing in despair, dismay, grief, frustration, misery... all sorts of other unpleasant nouns.
[...] I guess you could say I'm just bored. At least misery is interesting.
[upon discovering that Adachi was behind the murders and kidnappings throughout the game
: Why? What reasons could you have for doing that?! Adachi
] Reasons? None, really. I could do it, that's all. And it was fun
... I guess that's my reason?
"You have no desire for revenge. You only crave destruction. Your only lust is to fuel Iblis until there is nothing left of time itself!" The revenant
is cunning. They stalk and observe their targets, and are rarely in a rush. They patiently enjoy toying with their prey. They take pleasure in trickery, using emotional deception to provoke their targets to take risks. The abduction of children, destruction of homes, and violence against loved ones are among their favourite lures. And for all of this, they do not seem to have any greater plan or intelligent design
. Suffering is its own reward.
And what is this path, this meaning, this purpose, to which we gather the skulls of our foes?
It is nothing. There is no meaning, no purpose. We murder. We kill, it is mindless savagery, this
In mere hours, billions will die, innocent, guilty, strong and weak, honest and deceitful,
ALL OF THEM!
They will scream, they will
burn, and for no purpose, but that mighty Khorne may revel in their bloodshed.
And united, in this void, of purpose, fear, or duty, we, shall at long last, be FREE!
BLOOD! FOR THE BLOOD GOD!
SKULLS! FOR THE SKULL THRONE!
LET! THE GALAXY! BURNNNNNNN!!!!!!
Chapter Master Azariah Kyras before his ascension to daemon princehood, Dawn of War II: Retribution She
is a maniac... A person who's only goal is to see people suffer and die!
— The Protagonist
, in reference to The Girlfriend
, Do It For Me
"Kefka cares nothing about anyone or anything but himself and he finds no greater joy in life than in inflicting suffering and death unto others. He has no long-reaching goal for his destructive actions, destruction itself is the goal. He manipulates the emotions of others and will readily lie without hesitation, but his purpose for doing this is again usually nothing but his own amusement in tormenting them. Kefka's need to inflict suffering drives him to continuously greater heights to sate his urges, culminating with the ruination of the entire world and the deaths of countless creatures."
Let me put it this way: If Team Avolition goes to a minecraft server, which do you think they are more likely to grief(assuming they can't grief both): A random dirt newb house out in the middle of nowhere, or the ULTIMATE DIAMOND BLOCK SUPER-SPIRE displayed in the creation museum that someone worked many long hours to build?"
Yes! Make this cat suffer for no goddamn reason other than that I THINK IT'S FUNNY!
On the other hand I'm getting quite sick to all those "they're just misunderstood"
trend in fiction. Sometimes the dude trying to kill all life by bringing in eternal winter IS just a huge cunt
: God, I just really want to savor this. You know, once the feds and rebels kill each other
, I don't know what I'm gonna do
. I mean, we've been playing these guys for years. How do you just walk away from something like that? Tucker
: What happened to retirement? Felix
: Oh, well, yeah I'll be filthy stinking rich. But I'm still in my prime. There's so much more I could do.
trying to kill Tucker
, Red vs. Blue
, Season 12, episode 18, "Fed vs. New"
Q: Do you think that, for all their superficial campiness, the Adam West Bat-villains are actually the least likely to reform or even feel bad about the crimes they've committed?
A: [...] There's a very simple answer to this question, which is that it's absolutely right. The arch-criminals of Batman '66 will never, ever reform, mostly due to the fact that nothing is ever meant to change on that show
. [...] The quirks of the crimes were different, of course, with cat's eye opals, gold-plated sarcophagi and valuable clown paintings all reserved for the appropriate villains, but if you swapped out a couple of adjectives and a bit of set dressing, one could work as well as the next. The motivations were all the same, particularly in that they didn't actually exist. [...] The crooks of Batman '66 didn't really have any life-changing, motivating tragedies — and, incidentally, neither did that version of Batman. They just had affectations, high pitched giggles and sparkly catsuits that were applied to the same formula of crime and deathtrap. Nobody ever really seemed like they were that hard up for cash, so crime wasn't a vocational thing for them. They didn't need the money they'd get from heisting the ancient riddle scrolls or whatever, and there's only really one episode I can think of where someone is actually frustrated at being unable to fence stolen goods and actually profit from the crime. It wasn't about the money for them, it was about the act. They weren't just criminals, they were arch-criminals — they only existed to break the law, committing crime simply for crime's sake. [...] But that's only one facet of crime, and if Batman is a new kind of person, someone with limitless resources and fantastic determination, then Crime is going to have to evolve to keep up with him, metastasizing into a purer strain of criminal. Just like Batman no longer really needs to avenge the death of his parents, the criminals of Gotham City don't really need to profit from their crimes, making them a means to an end. Crime is the profit, evil is the end, re-establishing that imbalance, trying to inject that element of fear and chaos back into a city that outgrew traditional ideas of evil. If you take that idea and flatten it out, ironing out all the psychological complexities and simplifying it for a 22-minute time slot every Tuesday and Wednesday, smoothing everything over with a healthy amount of irony, you're left with Batman '66: Criminals who commit crimes purely for the sake of crime, and a crimefighter who battles against them purely for the sake of the law. [...] The criminals commit crimes because they are capital-C Criminals, compelled to do so for no reason other than Crime For Crime's Sake.
The best thing about playing for Atletico Madrid...is now I don't even have to pretend to be nice!
When you're playing a character of solid blackness, that in itself is very interesting, in the sense that you have no other motivation other than the accumulation of power. It's not so much about not having a moral center, it's just that the only thing that mattered is increasing power.
Iago's soliloquy, the motive-hunting of a motiveless malignity — how awful it is!
I became evil for no reason. I had no motive for my wickedness except wickedness itself. It was foul, and I loved it. I loved the self-destruction, I loved my fall, not the object for which I had fallen but my fall itself. My depraved soul leaped down from your firmament to ruin. I was seeking not to gain anything by shameful means, but shame for its own sake.
The task of carrying out violence, of killing, leads to perversion. The seductiveness of violence, the fascination with the grotesque—the Bible calls it 'the lust of the eye'—the god-like empowerment over other human lives the drag of war combined, like the ecstasy of erotic love, to let our senses command our bodies. Killing unleashing within us dark undercurrents that see us desecrate and whip ourselves into greater orgies or destruction.
—Chris Hedges, War is a Force That Gives Us Meaning
"Why did you kill everybody in the house?"
"They was home!"
"I wanted to do it because it's fun. It's fun to do bad things."
— Latarian Milton, after being asked why he stole his grandmother's car and took it for a joyride.