Those with the church label the very existence of us devils evil, but I think humans possess quite enough malice themselves.
: Are you a demon...? Dr. Gedouin
: Nope. I'm human.
...which brings us to the topic of tonight's meeting. Gentlemen, who shall we kill? Rem:
Humans are... such disgusting creatures.
Humans are often worse than demons.
Humans are petty-minded creatures. They're selfish and lazy! They betray! They lie, cheat and steal! And they hurt other living things without a second thought!
You know who isn't human? You know who isn't human?! PEOPLE LIKE YOU!
, Elfen Lied
, moments before murdering the horrifically cruel kids of her orphanage.
You blindly put yourselves at the center of the universe, every last one of you. Envious! Malicious! And even after all that you still think you're in the right! Jealousy. Hatred. Arrogance. Betrayal. Insolence. Deception. Those are the true natures of human beings! You're sickening
. Even thinking about it now makes me physically ill! You're all hypocritical fakes! Every last one of you: useless. And that's why I've decided to kill you all
Shinichi, I looked up the concept of demons. I believe that, among all life, humans are the closest creatures to it. Humans kill and eat a wide variety of life forms. My kind eats merely one or two kinds, at most. We are quite frugal in comparison.
Hatred... Lies... Even killing their own kind.... [humans] can never be considered a perfect life form.
Fantastic, the Horror from Beyond the Stars
has gazed upon our species, and decided the worst parts are worth emulating. I suppose we should be proud.
"You're inhuman!" cried Proton. "Of course you are; what am I saying... that's not the point! What matters is you'll kill vast numbers of innocent people!"
"But you humans do that all the time!" replied D'Ork indignantly.
Uxie eventually discarded his faith in humanity. They would never learn from the mistakes of their forefathers, and although Azelf argued someone could break the cycle, history had yet to show any sign that Azelf might be right.
Uxie often wondered whether humanity was just a mixture of sadism and masochism, doomed to fall into the same bloody rituals for all of eternity. Mesprit vehemently argued they were not, but failed to convince her analytical brother when all the facts were laid out on the table.
Share the earth? With humans? All they do is squabble over everything they can. You've seen how they spread over the world like a disease. I don't understand why you would want to coexist with them when they are more barbaric than most monsters.
: You're all the same, every last one of you. You lie, you kill, and you slink around in our world pretending to be allies when actually you're only trying to get closer to us to do away with us. You had your chance for peace. Even against my deepest wishes our kind gave you a chance to co-exist, and what do we get for it? A city and a school are thrown into chaos! Ceal
: Lie and kill. You speak as if humanity is any different. You speak as if no humans commit any crimes or are hostile to their own kind. You speak as if all of your kind are as pure as angels themselves.
No, no! There are no good men! They're all bad! They're all the same! Animals are good creatures. But humans... humans are evil animals.
It was humans! They ARE the real monsters!
Phew, [the Fleshlumpeater] was in a nasty crotchy mood, hm! Sophie:
Nasty mood? I thought he was going to kill you! BFG: Oh no, giants does not kill other giants.
They is not like human beans. Sophie:
What do you mean? BFG:
Huh, it's only human beans that shoots and bombs and kills each other. No other animals is doing it. Sophie:
Cats kill mice. BFG:
Heheh, they does not kill other cats, does they? Hm?
Kristoff: Reindeers are better than people / Sven, don't you think that's true? "Sven": Yeah, people will beat you / And curse you and cheat you / Every one of 'em's bad, except you. Kristoff:
Aw, thanks buddy. But people smell better than reindeers / Sven, don't you think I'm right? "Sven": That's once again true / For all except you Kristoff: You got me, let's call it a night
What happened, Mother? Why did we all run? Bambi's Mother:
Man was in the forest.
Great Prince of the Forest:
It is Man. He is here again. There are many this time. We must go deep into the forest. Hurry! Follow me!
If we're really alike, you know this is wrong. You must have been a good man, once. Owlman:
No. Not good. Never good. After all, I'm only human.
You know, Burke, I don't know which species is worse. You don't see them
fucking each other over for a goddamn percentage
I'm not scared of the birds. They're not the dangerous animals. It's the human species that's the dangerous, menacing, and terrifying animal.
When the avalanche came, it took us a week to climb out. And somewhere, we lost hope. Now, I don't know exactly when we turned on each other. I just know that seven of us survived the slide, and only five made it out. Now, we took an oath that I'm breaking now, swore that we'd say it was the snow that killed the other two. But it wasn't. Nature can be lethal, but it doesn't hold a candle to man.
WAKE UP. These humans have besmirched everything He
's bestowed upon them. They were given Paradise; they threw it away
. They were given this planet; they destroyed it
. They were favored best among all His endeavors; and some of them don't even believe He exists! And in spite of it all, He has shown them infinite fucking patience
at every turn.
We're going to recapture my creatures before they get hurt. They are currently in alien terrain, surrounded by millions of the most vicious creatures on the planet: humans.
were given to the Elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven, to the Dwarf Lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine... nine rings were gifted to the race of Men, who above all else desire power.
I'd like to share a revelation that I've had during my time here. It came to me when I tried to classify your species; I realized that you're not actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment, but you humans do not. You move to an area and you multiply
. And multiply, until every natural resource is consumed. And the only way you can survive is to spread to another area. There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern. Do you know what it is? A virus. Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet. You're a plague. And we are the cure.
Beware the beast Man, for he is the devil's pawn. Alone among God's primates, he kills for sport, or lust, or greed. Yea, he will murder his brother to possess his brother's land. Let him not breed in great numbers, for he will make a desert of his home and yours. Shun him. Drive him back into his jungle lair, for he is the harbinger of death.
Oh my God. I'm back...I'm home. All the time, it was... We finally really did it. YOU MANIACS! YOU BLEW IT UP!
AH DAMN YOU! GODDAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!!
— Taylor Planet of the Apes (1968)
When he realized that the ape planet he was trapped on was a Post-apocalyptic Earth, destroyed from nuclear annihilation.
Jason once said he thought he could help, maybe even save some lives. This is the last thing he downloaded before he died: a couple of hometown joes who went out to shoot at targets. But that day, they used people. Dead people. You know, just for fun. There was one target that was different from the rest. A woman, tied by her hair to the branch of a tree. The boys had this one set up just for kicks. They got out their favorite twelve-gauge and...
[the zombie's head is blown in half, the top half of her head still hanging from the tree, dripping with blood
] Are we worth saving? You tell me.
"Can we truly call this a monster club if we do not boast amongst our membership a single member of the human race?" Robotnik
: He's just a silly little alien! He didn't belong here! Tom
: That "little alien" knew more about being human than you ever will
I made you do nothing, Jonathan. You did it because you wanted to. No one can make you do evil. You had evil inside you, and you indulged it. Men will always indulge it.
We were dragons. We were supposed to be cruel, cunning, heartless and terrible. But this much I can tell you, you ape: We never burned and tortured and ripped one another apart and called it morality.
] did his best to make their short lives miserable, because that was his job, but nothing he could think up was half as bad as the stuff they thought up themselves. They seemed to have a talent for it. It was built into the design, somehow. They were born into a world that was against them in a thousand little ways, and then devoted most of their energies to making it worse. Over the years Crowley had found it increasingly difficult to find anything demonic to do which showed up against the natural background of generalized nastiness. There had been times, over the past millennium, when he'd felt like sending a message back Below saying "Look, we may as well give up right now, we might as well shut down Dis and Pandemonium and everywhere and move up here, there's nothing we can do to them that they don't do themselves and they do things we've never even thought of, often involving electrodes. They've got what we lack. They've got imagination
. And electricity, of course." One of them
had written it, hadn't he... "Hell is empty, and all the devils are here."
Crowley had got a commendation for the Spanish Inquisition
. He had
been in Spain then, mainly hanging around cantinas in the nicer parts, and hadn't even known
about it until the commendation arrived. He'd gone to have a look, and had come back and got drunk for a week
Dr. Miranda Dixon:
If your kind isn't contained, you'll destroy us all. Carrow Graie:
I'm warming to the idea. Especially with mortals like you. Don't you get it? Human fanatics are more monster than any of the Lore.
The human race has been one long quest to find new, novel things and then kill, eat or enslave them. There's a reason the aliens haven't made an appearance yet, is what I'm saying.
You think this
makes you look strong? Your worst
doesnt even compare to what petty humans do to each other!
"Man is the only creature that consumes without producing. He does not give milk, he does not lay eggs, he is too weak to pull the plough, he cannot run fast enough to catch rabbits. Yet he is lord of all the animals. He sets them to work, he gives back to them the bare minimum that will prevent them from starving, and the rest he keeps for himself. Our labour tills the soil, our dung fertilises it, and yet there is not one of us that owns more than his bare skin. You cows that I see before me, how many thousands of gallons of milk have you given during this last year? And what has happened to that milk which should have been breeding up sturdy calves? Every drop of it has gone down the throats of our enemies. And you hens, how many eggs have you laid in this last year, and how many of those eggs ever hatched into chickens? The rest have all gone to market to bring in money for Jones and his men. And you, Clover, where are those four foals you bore, who should have been the support and pleasure of your old age? Each was sold at a year oldyou will never see one of them again. In return for your four confinements and all your labour in the fields, what have you ever had except your bare rations and a stall?
"And even the miserable lives we lead are not allowed to reach their natural span. For myself I do not grumble, for I am one of the lucky ones. I am twelve years old and have had over four hundred children. Such is the natural life of a pig. But no animal escapes the cruel knife in the end. You young porkers who are sitting in front of me, every one of you will scream your lives out at the block within a year. To that horror we all must comecows, pigs, hens, sheep, everyone. Even the horses and the dogs have no better fate. You, Boxer, the very day that those great muscles of yours lose their power, Jones will sell you to the knacker, who will cut your throat and boil you down for the foxhounds. As for the dogs, when they grow old and toothless, Jones ties a brick round their necks and drowns them in the nearest pond."
The world doesn't work in spite
of evil, Angel. It works with
us. It works because of
: We need to find Willow. Xander
: Yeah, she's off the wagon big-time
. Warren's a dead man if she finds him. Dawn
: Dawn, don't say that. Dawn
: Why not? I'd do it myself if I could. Buffy
: Because you don't really feel that way. Dawn
: Yes, I do. And you should, too. He killed Tara, and he nearly killed you. He needs to pay
: Out of the mouths of babes. Buffy
: Xander! Xander
: I'm just saying, he's just as bad as any vampire you've sent to Dustville.
I gave [the Sychorax] the wrong warning. I should have told them to run. Run and hide, because the monsters are coming. The human race.
— The Tenth Doctor
, Doctor Who
, "The Christmas Invasion"
Nobody talk to me. Nobody HUMAN
HAS ANYTHING TO SAY TO ME TODAY!
— The Eleventh Doctor
, Doctor Who
, "The Beast Below"
The human race. Greatest monsters of them all.
— The Master
, Doctor Who
, "Last of the Time Lords"
Frightened people. Give me a Dalek any day.
— The Eleventh Doctor
, Doctor Who
, "A Town Called Mercy"
There's a film called Alien
, and it's a horror movie? You know, that's really offensive. No wonder everyone keeps trying to invade you.
— The Twelfth Doctor
, Doctor Who
, "Last Christmas"
The Twelfth Doctor:
I preferred it when you were alien. Sutcliffe:
When I was...? The Twelfth Doctor:
Well, that explained the lack of humanity.
The fate of a world isn't determined by its best examples, but by its worst. It takes a few to destroy the many - 'specially when even the best of you can be dragged down into the mire. Judging by your example - brother against brother, friend against friend - your people have such a potential for violence, for sheer unvarished wickedness... I've got every confidence you'll destroy yourselves before you develop your first interstellar engine. We've got nothin' to fear from you.
Will it be those seeking redemption who shall decide the future, or will those driven only by greed and envy shape our destiny? Even a hundred years later, the outcome is still very much in doubt.
Imprisoned, chained and drugged: welcome to planet Earth.
There is one thing I always meant to ask Jack. Back in the old days. I wanted to know about that Doctor
of his. The man who appears out of nowhere and saves the world, except sometimes he doesn't. All these times in history when there was no sign of him. I wanted to know why not. But I don't need to ask anymore. I know the answer now. Sometimes the Doctor must look on this planet, and turn away in shame.
We humans are alone in this world for a reason. We've murdered and butchered anything that challenged our primacy. Do you know what happened to the neanderthals? We ate them.
Monsters, Aliens, Phantoms. None of them are real. The thought that an actual person could do this is too awful. So our imaginations create a way to make it easier to take.
: We don't know what to do about humans. Of all the species we've made contact with, yours is the only one we can't define. You have the arrogance of Andorians, the stubborn pride of Tellarites. One moment you're as driven by your emotions as Klingons, and the next you confound us by suddenly embracing logic. Forrest
: I'm sure those qualities are found in every species. Soval
: Not in such confusing abundance. Forrest
: Ambassador... are Vulcans afraid of humans? Why? Soval
: Because there is one species you remind us of. Forrest
: Vulcans. Soval
: We had our wars, Admiral, just as humans did; our planet was devastated, our civilization nearly destroyed. Logic saved us, but it took almost 1,500 years for us to rebuild our world and travel to the stars. You humans did the same in less than a century. There are those on the High Command who wonder what humans would achieve in the century to come, and they don't like the answer.
Want to hear about my first monster? Roach: [snorts] Geralt:
Wasn't fifty miles outside of Kaer Morhen. He was huge. Stinking. Roach: [nickers] Geralt:
Bald head. Rotten teeth. He pulled that girl from the cart, tore her dress off in front of her father and said, "It's time you met a real man." I told him it was time he met one too. It took two strikes to kill him. They weren't clean. But they were spectacular. I turned to that girl afterwards. She was drenched in the man's blood. She took one look at me, screamed, vomited, and passed out. Roach: [snorts] Geralt:
Yeah. I thought the world needed me too.
With MetsubouJinrai.net out of the way, the HumaGears aren't likely to go berserk again. Gai Amatsu:
No. I'm afraid MetsubouJinrai.net will never truly be gone. Not as long as HumaGears exist in the world. Yua:
What do you mean, sir? Gai:
Because it is alive. That is... the Ark. Yua:
I am the one who created it
, after all. Yua:
12 years ago, it was a satellite planned to be stationed in orbit. I had it learn about criminal psychology and humanity's propensity for ceaseless war. The artificial intelligence developed animosity towards mankind. And in time, the Ark created MetsubouJinrai.net. But after Daybreak, it fell. Sinking into the murky waters. With Ark being reactivated, I will utilize its power, and I will dominate the world using ZAIA's technology! Yua:
You used MetsubouJinrai.net and Hiden to make that happen? [raising her voice]
Don't tell me AIMS also another one of your pawns, too!? You had Fuwa and I risking our lives out there! Gai:
Yua, the real battle has begun. I'm counting on you to continue working as my right hand. Yua: [clenches her left hand]
"I knew it... Humanity really is steeped in evil. Humanity is the scourge of this world. And you people are the proof. Even without MetsubouJinrai.net, you still fight amongst yourself, perpetrating your hatred."
Have I ever given you my "man is the real monster" speech? No? Comes to mind.
What is a man? A miserable little pile of secrets. But enough talk... Have at you!
Ha! Mankind. A cesspit of hatred and lies. Fight for them, then, and die for their sins!
Freedom? And what would they do with that "freedom?" Humans were free before. And what did they do? They fought. They killed. They starved.
The UAC would like to thank you for your support during this transition.
Your suffering continues to inspire us!
A crime... Their very existence is an insult... an abomination... a crime... Such selfishness. But such is the nature of mortals... Selfish beings one and all... Their very existence is an insult... an abomination... a crime...
And who shall punish these sinners? If there is no other who is equal to the task then it falls to me.
There was a time when they cared nothing for Miss... Vance. When their only experience of humanity was a crowbar
coming at them down a steel corridor.
— The G-Man
on the Vortigaunts, Half-Life 2 - Episode Two
The desire for power. The joy of making everything work for you. You have no way of experiencing this without a human brain. It's the ultimate joy! No mere Reploid could ever understand!
Humans, willing to sacrifice their own when overcome by greed. They are a foolish race.
What do you think of Danu's precious humans now, kid? Human sympathy is the reason malice and animosity spread like a disease. Your true nature is a contagion. At this point, you're all too far gone to reason with... Don't you think?
Humans massacre Earth's creatures, decimate the trees, and exploit the land. They're
the twisted ones. They're enemies of life itself!
I felt empty and cold as the heat from the blast washed over us. All this death wasn't caused by a monster-making virus
. It was greed
. Human greed.
Awaken, Centurions! Restore the bond with your monsters, and repair the mana of the world! And then go and eradicate mankind who destroyed my tree! Aster: What are you doing?! Ratatosk: You want to save the world, right? Aster:
Yes, but you don't have to kill everyone to do that! Ratatosk:
Who destroyed the Giant Kharlan Tree? It was the humans and the half-elves! That's why they deserve the same treatment themselves. Aster:
But a new World Tree has been born in the world! Ratatosk:
And it's just a matter of time before you humans and half-elves destroy that one as well. Don't you understand? You "people" are nothing more than parasites on this world!
Love, hope, compassion... This is what people say monster SOULs are made of. But the absolute nature of "SOUL" is unknown. After all, humans have proven their SOULs don't need these things to exist.
Witchers are known to carry two blades. A silver blade for monsters and steel for humans. Geralt:
Both are for monsters.
Sooner or later, humans will kill off all Aen Seidhe
, all dwarves
and all gnomes
. Then they'll start murdering each other. Your kind knows no other way, it's in your genes. You'll keep killing each other until only one remains: the strongest among you. A thousand years from now, a dim-witted human barbarian will climb to the top of a pile of bones, sit down and proclaim: "I win!"
: Wh-wh-what are you doing?! Geralt
: Killing monsters.
"Sings We A Dances Of Wolfs, Who Smells Fear And Slays The Coward.
Sings We A Dances Of Mans, Who Smells Gold And Slays His Brother."
For example, I was an elf, and every now and again characters would say, "Hello, you are an elf!" If I were a human presumably they'd say, "Hello, you are an asshole!"
On internet messageboards
, there is no subject so vile or indefensible that someone won't post positively/in defense of it.
— Skarka's Law, RPG.net
came here, all he wanted to do is eat candy and cure the sick. And we said good luck with that when you're dead, you filthy alien. Here on Earth, we don't care if you're adorable or benevolent. If you create a magical friendship bond with a young boy, we'll put you in separate rooms and kill Santa in front of him just to see if his sadness can pass through walls. We will cut you open because learning how your stupid space liver processes Reese's Pieces is more important to us than your gurgling talking noises or the suburban family that fell in love with you. Our worst doctors will mutilate your body, cover it up and release chunks of you into the retail market as Velcro. We've done it before. If you truly wanted to be a friend to the Earthlings, you should have thought about that before you were born in filthy outer space.
But it turns out FernGully is under attack by one of the worst animals the planet has ever known: MAAAAAAAN!
The true horror of this story comes not from the monster, but from the monstrous reactions of the humans. We are so used to everything in video games being breakable, fightable, killable, that when something isn't we assume that it must be broken, an alien element, a creature to be removed. And when that thing makes the game fail- makes other elements that can be broken and fought and killed not react as we want- that thing becomes the true enemy. Ganondorf's got nothing on an unfinished texture, ruining our all-important immersion.
An innocent swept away to an unfinished world. A murderer whose rage stopped his own heart. This is not the work of a monster. This is simply a being who does not understand- who literally cannot comprehend our world.
Daniel's own words tell the truth of his mind. He blames the Princess
for things she cannot control. He projects onto her all of the things he hates. Her inability to move 'mocks' him, he says. She is a slave in shackles that were never unlocked, and he claims that her suffering is truly his torment. This 'stream' will be a lynching at best, an unfinished stoning at worst. If the Princess can still learn, she will see the truth of humanity.
(while getting shot in the home movie
) Maybe you should look at yourselves (breathes
) before you take it out on me! I'm just one monster (breathes
) and when I'm gone you'll remember me! Ow, ow, ow! and then you'll have to look at yourselves (breathes
) and own up to what you've done. (breathes
) For isn't every man a monster? General:
I guess he's right. I guess we're all Monster:
You're damn right I'm right! General:
I, nyah, I know! Monster:
So stop shooting! General:
Okay! Hey, guys! Stop! Monster:
Don't you realize that if you stop now I might be able to get surgery? General:
Yeah, um, blum, I'mma tell 'em! Hold on! Stop the shooting! Monster:
I mean, hell-o
) stop! Please stop shooting! Monster:
Oh, forget it, leave it alone, I'll just die.
Don't those squares know they're on your
Aw, humans don't know anything when it comes to turtles. April: Ahem! Michaelangelo:
Uh, present company excluded.
Okay, yeah. But why did you do it? Old Man Mc Gucket: Well, when you get to be an old fella like me, nobody pays any attention to you anymore. (Flashback of Mc Gucket outside his son's window with a baseball and gloves and his son, inside his office, closing his blinds. Real time, narrating:)
My own son hasn't visited me in months! (Flashback moves to Mc Gucket building the Gobblewonker. Real time, narrating)
So I figured maybe I'd catch his fancy with a fifteen ton aquatic robut! (Laughs like maniac and the flashback ends. Sighs)
In retrospect, it seems a bit contrived. You just don't know the length us old-timers go through for a little quality time with our family. Dipper and Mabel: (Look at the fishing hats Grunkle Stan gave them and sigh) Soos: Dude. I guess the real lake monster is you two. Heh, heh! Sorry, that just like--boom--just popped into my head there
: Arbutus, Im not a flower you can keep in your garden! I need my family and friends. Arbutus
: Ah yes, human
needs. Like you need to hack down my gorgeous trees and chop them into lumber! Jasmine
: It's not that simple! Arbutus
: Indeed! You burn them for warmth, creating smoke to block our life-giving sun! Jasmine
: We don't do that on purpose! Arbutus
: Is it an accident when you rip and pluck my flowers, condemning them to a slow death in a vase!? Jasmine
: ...slow death? Arbutus
: Your kind, you're all the same! You treat my beautiful living creations as things!
Why should I treat you
any differently? Jasmine
: Arbutus, I... I think I understand.
Praise ignorance, for what man has not encountered he has not destroyed.
— Wendell Berry
One index of human impact is the extinction of species, now estimated to be at about the same rate as it was 65 million years ago when an asteroid hit the Earth. That is the presumed cause for the ending of the age of the dinosaurs, which opened the way for small mammals to proliferate, and ultimately modern humans. Today, it is humans who are the asteroid, condemning much of life to extinction.
— Noam Chomsky
It sets one dreaming - to interchange thoughts with beings whose thinking had an organic background wholly different from ours (other senses, other appetites), to be unenviously humbled by intellects possibly superior to our own yet able for that very reason to descend to our level, to descend lovingly ourselves if met innocent and childlike creatures who could never be as strong or as clever as we, to exchange with the inhabitants of other worlds that especially keen and rich affection which exists between unlikes; it is a glorious dream. But make no mistake. It is a dream.
We are fallen. We know what our race does to strangers. Man destroys or enslaves every species he can. Civilized man murders, enslaves, cheats, and corrupts savage man. Even inanimate nature he turns into dust bowls and slag-heaps. There are individuals who don't. But they are not the sort who are likely to be our pioneers in space. Our ambassador to new worlds will be the needy and greedy adventurer or the ruthless technical expert. They will do as their kind has always done. What that will be if they meet things weaker than themselves, the black man and the red man can tell. If they meet things stronger, they will be, very properly, destroyed.
Thus they let their anger and fury take from them the sense of humanity, and demonstrated that no beast is more savage than man when possessed with power answerable to his rage.
Of all the creatures that were made, man is the most detestable. Of the entire brood he is the only one - the solitary one - that possesses malice. That is the basest of all instincts, passions, vices - the most hateful. He is the only creature that has pain for sport, knowing it to be pain. Also - in all the list he is the only creature that has a nasty mind.
"Knowledge is knowing that Frankenstein is not the monster. Wisdom is understanding that Frankenstein is the monster."
— Jacob Bailey
taught us that the real monsters are always humans."
The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.