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I woke suddenly, covered in sweat, my breath coming in great, shuddering gasps.

We were running forward, always onward, the sounds of Human screaming a constant echo in our ears, fires on both sides of us, and the ground reduced to featureless mud beneath our feet. Farmland, farmhouses, all the Human buildings; we smashed through them, burned them, always seeking the families within, to try and end our mad, desperate hunger. A hunger that could not be ended.

The hunger to kill.

Human men, often smaller than the smallest of us, tried frantically to defend their wives and children. Most barely lasted seconds before being overwhelmed by us, and they never died cleanly. They were always smashed, torn, burned to the point where nobody could have known afterwards that they had once been Humans.

Red blood, black blood, theirs, ours, covered us. We waded through it, it washed over us when we killed. We didn't know which, and we didn't care. We only sought one thing, and we found it. Again and again, times beyond number, we found it.

When I woke, when I remembered, in the few seconds when I could see both of my lives, contrasted, laid side by side, it was always the same. For a moment I would struggle to shut it out; I couldn't bear it, but something forced me to remember, to look.

Spirits, help us...

What have we done?

Mirshalak, remembering the First War.

But those unhappy ones who were ensnared by Melkor little is known of a certainty. For who of the living has descended into the pits of Utumno, or has explored the darkness of the counsels of Melkor? Yet this is held true by the wise Eressea, that all those of the Quendi who came into the hands of Melkor, ere Utumno was broken, were put there in prison, and by slow arts of cruelty were corrupted and enslaved; and thus did Melkor breed the hideous race of the Orcs in envy and mockery of the Elves, of whom they were afterwards the bitterest foes. For the Orcs had life and multiplied after the manner of the Children of Iluvatar; and naught that had life of its or, nor semblance of life, could ever Melkor make since his rebellion in the Ainulindale before the Beginning: so say the wise. And deep in their dark hearts the Orcs loathed the Master whom they served in fear, the maker only of their misery. This it may be was the vilest deed of Melkor and the most hateful to Iluvatar.
— "Of the Coming of the Elves" on the creation of the original orcs, The Silmarillion

'Oomans are pink and soft, not green and tough like da Boyz. They'z all the same size, too — no big'uns or little'uns, so they'z always arguing about who's in charge, 'cos there's no way of telling 'cept for badges an' ooniforms and fings. Anuvver fing — when they do sumfink, they try to make it look like somfink else to confuse everybody. When one of 'em wants to lord it over the uvvers, 'e says "I'm very speshul so'z you gotta worship me", or "I know summink wot you lot don't know, so yer better lissen good". Da funny fing is, 'arf of 'em believe it and da over 'arf don't, so 'e 'as to hit 'em all anyway or run fer it. Wot a lot of mukkin' about if yer asks me. An' while they'z all arguin' wiv each other over who's da Boss, da Orks can sneak up an' clobber da lot.
Snotgrub's view of humanity and its failings, Warhammer 40,000

The Orks are the pinnacle of creation. For them, the great struggle is won. They have evolved a society which knows no stress or angst. Who are we to judge them? We Eldar who have failed, or the Humans, on the road to ruin in their turn. And why? Because we sought answers to questions that an Ork wouldn't even bother to ask! We see a culture that is strong and despise it as crude.
Uthan the Perverse, Eldar Philosopher, Warhammer 40,000

We are da Orks. We always win. Espeshially when we win.

Orkses is never defeated in battle. If we win we win, if we die we die fighting so it don't count. If we runs for it we don't lose neither, cos we can come back for annuver go, see!

"Travellin' through space is boring. Well, boring unless da hulk yer on is full of dem gene-sneakers, or a base for dem Chaos lads wiv da spikes, or already haz Boyz on it. Or if humie lootas come callin', dat's always good fer a bit a sport. Or unless ya have a mutiny or two ta pass da time. Or unless strange fings start happenin', which dey usually do when yer out in da warp. One time we 'ad some bluddy great ugly fing come straight outta Weird Lugwort's 'ead! It butchered 'alf da lads! Yer, dat was pretty entertainin'. Come ter fink of it, space is a pretty good larf. And dat's before ya find yerself a nice new world ta crush!"
Bigmaw, Ork Runtherd, Warhammer 40,000

'Ere we go, 'ere we go, 'ere we go, 'ere we go, 'kross de cosmos.
'Ere we go, 'ere we go, 'ere we go, 'ere we go, throo infinity.
Don't know where till we get there. 'Ere we go, 'ere we go, 'ere we go.
Common Ork space travel chant, Warhammer 40,000

The green tide of Orkdom is upon us and we are alone. There can be no mercy. No surrender. If we survive this day it will be a miracle.
Commissar Yarrick at the the Battle for Armageddon, Warhammer 40,000

WAAAAAAGHHHHH!!!
Ork battlecry, Warhammer 40,000

"We don't go do stupid things when somebody yells 'For the Horde'."
Warchief Thrall, Warcraft

"There are times I wish humans were more like my orcs."

"To be 'personnel' hyu gots to be a person. I iz jagerkin, vich iz better."
—Jagermonster soldier, Girl Genius


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