"Its easy to get impaled on things when you're not looking where you're going."
"The way to a man's heart is through his stomach, up and under the ribcage."
— Anonymous
"Ahh, I think impalement is my favorite way to kill a person."
— Freeza, Dragon Ball Z Abridged
"Oh, look at that. I've been impaled. Heh-heh..."
— Olaf, Frozen (2013)
Reaching out with its remaining arm, Unit 02 tried to drag itself forward still, but the Lance impaling its guts had embedded in the ground. Unit 02 was pinned like a butterfly, and no amount of struggling was going to get it any further.
Tucker Foyle slides slowly forward onto his spar. He has a bullet wound in his back, at the shoulder. This itself would not be such a terrible thing, but the impact has driven him onto the wooden spike resting onto his chin. Tucker has been impaled. He is not dead. He will not die for several minutes, but die he will and there is absolutely nothing we can do about it.
A two-person meteor fell from the sky and slammed into the ground with the impact of a moderate California earthquake. It would have taken a sharp eye indeed to see the effect of a wooden stake coming up through the back of the Zoner who contacted the ground first, penetrating his heart, causing his eyes to widen to an incredible degree and his mouth to open for a curse and a shout of pain, neither of which he could manage to render.
Come, savages who trample over my territory! It’s time to discipline you! I’ll turn my compassion and rage into red-hot stakes and skewer you all! And these stakes are not limited, but truly infinite, so despair—and gorge on your own blood! Kazıklı Bey!
In the mid-fifteenth century, as a mercenary Voevod of Vlad Tepes the so-called "impaler," he had crossed the Danube with his forces and taken an emissary of the Sultan Murad. The sultan's representative, his escort of two hundred soldiers, and his harem of twelve beauties were taken in the night in the town of Isperikh. Thibor had shown leniency of a sort towards the Bulgarian townspeople: they were allowed to flee while his troops sacked the town and burned it, looting and raping when the inhabitants were slow off the mark.
But as for the sultan's emissary: Thibor had had him impaled, him and his entire two hundred, on tall, thin stakes. "In their own fashion," he'd gleefully commanded his executioners. "The Turkish way. They like buggering little lads, this lot, so let 'em die happy, the way they've lived!"
—Necroscope II: Wamphyri
Scarecrow, scarecrow
You're eavesdropping on the captain of a lean black cutter when her first mate spots you. In the ensuing fracas, one of your crew is smashed through a flimsy wooden wall. He falls two hundred feet to be impaled on a smaller stalagmite in the shadow of the Mourn, and dies instantly. It's a painless death, but his slowly mummifying corpse will hang there for decades to come. Ships will salute it. Successive generations of children will name it, rename it, fling stones, dare each other to climb the pinnacle and kiss its fleshless hand.
You think that's summer rain falling? Ha! It is the blood of those who crossed the Scourges, boy. You cannot see them, but your foolish kin adorn the spires and crenellations of High Commorragh like grisly fruit upon the bough. Up there they bleed out their last, moaning and helpless, impaled through and through. No! Do not look upward! Catch a watcher's eye and it will be your blood that rains down next...
—Edric Shiverhand, Slave-Elder of Gomor Sump, Warhammer 40,000: Codex - Dark Eldar (5th ed)
Simmons: HE'S GONNA SKEWER YOU AGAINST THE PLANET!
Max: I'm not a goddamn shish kabob!
Max: I'm not a goddamn shish kabob!
—Yo Video Games, playing Asura's Wrath, as Argus catches Asura on the end of a mile-long sword and jumps from the moon to the Earth
"Hey... Will ya look at that? It's right through me. Guys, look. It's cut a hole right through me."
—Stuka, Sin City
Furlecia: OH NO! I'VE BEEN STRAIGHT-UP STABBED IN MY LOVE HANDLES!!!
Arlo: Ticklin' toads! Not the love handles!
Arlo: Ticklin' toads! Not the love handles!
[Muscular] didn’t even hit the ground, stomach being pierced by the trunk of a half burnt pine tree, burned branches having sharpened it to a point. Acrid stomach fluid mixed with blood spilled out, painting the tree red and yellow, tubers twisting and punctuating with sickening splats, Muscular crying and screaming all the while.
After a long time, or no time at all, he stilled, all life bled out of him.
fWhip yelped, dropping his sword, both hands going to his throat as Exor jerked him back, winding the scarf around his claws. fWhip's feet kicked and slipped on the slick ground, wide-eyed with sheer panic.
"Go!" he shouted, clawing at the fabric around his neck. "Go, n—"
With the sick schuk of a blade hitting meat, Exor drove the staff through fWhip's back, the point of the crystal bursting through his chest.
"Go!" he shouted, clawing at the fabric around his neck. "Go, n—"
With the sick schuk of a blade hitting meat, Exor drove the staff through fWhip's back, the point of the crystal bursting through his chest.
— Everything Turns to Gold, Chapter 20, "run for your life"
Cure Moonlight lunged forward, piercing the ice sword right into {Joker}'s lung. She plunged it in so deep, it pushed out through his back.
