Look--this is hard to understand, I know. But living within the core of the Earth is an organism. It doesn't eat or sleep. It just exists, the same way we do. I don't know what it thinks about--maybe all sorts of things, maybe nothing. But like all other life it needs to subsist on something--and that something is conflict. It doesn't have politics or ideology--it needs conflict to live the same way we need air to breathe. And it decided--by some impossible, protean arithmetic--that it would install something called the 'authoritarian personality' into the terrestrial bipeds living far above it the moment their nervous systems were advanced enough to internalize them. The organism did not want pure chaos and suffering and depravity--just enough to sate it, just enough that humanity would stumble forward into the future just a little longer.
There are no brainworms. There is just the Brain-Worm. There has always been the Brain-Worm. It did not choose you. You can consider that a blessing, but in many ways? It's a curse. The curse of knowing. The fruit of knowledge was forced down your throat and your mouth held shut as you flailed and choked.
And when you die the Brain-Worm will continue. There will always be the Brain-Worm. And in your offspring, if the Brain-Worm desires--so too shall the spark of conflict grow.
The Gears games have a reputation for being very dumb games, and yes, the plots themselves aren't much to write home about but there were tons of incredibly fun character moments and the VAs did a great job
He doesn't have brainworms, there's just one giant brainworm.
Look--this is hard to understand, I know. But living within the core of the Earth is an organism. It doesn't eat or sleep. It just exists, the same way we do. I don't know what it thinks about--maybe all sorts of things, maybe nothing. But like all other life it needs to subsist on something--and that something is conflict. It doesn't have politics or ideology--it needs conflict to live the same way we need air to breathe. And it decided--by some impossible, protean arithmetic--that it would install something called the 'authoritarian personality' into the terrestrial bipeds living far above it the moment their nervous systems were advanced enough to internalize them. The organism did not want pure chaos and suffering and depravity--just enough to sate it, just enough that humanity would stumble forward into the future just a little longer.
There are no brainworms. There is just the Brain-Worm. There has always been the Brain-Worm. It did not choose you. You can consider that a blessing, but in many ways? It's a curse. The curse of knowing. The fruit of knowledge was forced down your throat and your mouth held shut as you flailed and choked.
And when you die the Brain-Worm will continue. There will always be the Brain-Worm. And in your offspring, if the Brain-Worm desires--so too shall the spark of conflict grow.
THEY'RE PILLING BOOMERS WITH A GIANT WORM
I always love that line delivery in Gears of War 2.
Greatest line of dialogue in video game history
That and Cole's intercom rant.
The Gears games have a reputation for being very dumb games, and yes, the plots themselves aren't much to write home about but there were tons of incredibly fun character moments and the VAs did a great job
I've always been partial to a Jill sandwich.
And of course the one place that hasn't been corrupted by capitalism... SPPAAACE!