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At least it's not hard to find criminals here. All I have to do is point my gun and shoot.—Garrus Vakarian, Mass Effect 2
Around Barker's hole in the ground a town sprang up, a wretched hive of log shacks, stores of whipsawed lumber with false fronts, saloons with pianos, mirrors and champagne...—Bruce Hutchinson, The Fraser. In 1950.
The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists, and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout, "Save us!"...and I’ll look down and whisper, "No."—Rorschach, Watchmen
Doctor: Did he die of natural causes?Niko: A gunshot to the head. I guess that's pretty natural for this town.
There's a hole in the world like a great black pit
and the vermin of the world inhabit it
and its morals aren't worth what a pig could spit
and it goes by the name of London.
At the top of the hole sit the privileged few
Making mock of the vermin in the lonely zoo
turning beauty to filth and greed...
I too have sailed the world and seen its wonders,
for the cruelty of men is as wondrous as Peru
but there's no place like London!"
There's a hole in the world like a great black pitAnd the vermin of the world inhabit it..."
And it's filled with people who are filled with shit
—Sweeney Todd, Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
That seething pit of vermin! That filth brimming sinkhole of despair! In such degradation there is purity. In such ugliness there is wonder. In such death and suffering, there is life, so holy to Drakaasi for it is life that must be ended!
The endless slums of Ghaal breed misery as they breed vermin. Its people are no more than vermin, writhing in an endless murderous mass, struggling to the surface to snatch a few moments of exultation! Was there ever such a city as Ghaal, where the trappings of wealth and culture are stripped away to reveal the raw, bleeding organs of poverty and exploitation? That is the truth of the human condition, that a human mind so easily sinks into animal violence and killing. It is a city of death where murder is the only way out, and where even the most relentless killers find but another layer of Ghaal's anti-society to slaughter their way through.
This cauldron of hate, this pit of ugliness, this aeon's worth of murder forced into the crumbling shell of a city! From the blood that runs in its streets are writ the names of Khorne!—Mind Journeys of a Heretic Saint, by Inquisitor Helmandar Oswain (Suppressed by order of the Ordo Hereticus), Warhammer 40000
Forget it, Jake. It's Chinatown.—Lawrence Walsh, Chinatown
- ↑ Don't fuck with her.