“In the room ahead is a spider artifact. Take it! We will need it to reach the Santieri Crystal.” Also “There is but one gift I can offer that is equal in value to an Elder Scroll and my daughter: I offer you my blood. Take it and you will walk as a lion among sheep, men will tremble at your approach, and you will never fear death again.”

“Hey! Listen!”

Double kill

Triple kill

Mega kill

ULTRA KILL

MUH-MUH-MUH-MUH MONSTER KILL

wololooooo

“Stay a while, and listen.”

“With my brains and your brawn, we’ll make an excellent team!”

“Stop rocking the boat, you’re making me sea sick!”

“Here come the test results: ‘You are a horrible person’. That’s what it says, ‘a horrible person’. We weren’t even testing for that!”

“Wololoo”

“Assuming direct control”

“Had to be me.”

Also, there was a Warhammer RTS that had “AHH my spleen!!!” Which I never got over.

Your base… is under attack.

HADOUKEN!

Guten Tag! (Chain guns firing)

WaHOO!

Engineering! Aaaaahfirmative!

Blue team has the flag The enemy has your flag Blue scored Blue wins

Altair secrets are not for you

In 2291, in an attempt to control violence among deep space miners the New Earth Government legalized no-holds-bared fighting.

My name is Guybrush Threpwood. I’m a mighty pirate.

Gunnery Chief: This, recruits, is a 20-kilo ferrous slug. Feel the weight. Every five seconds, the main gun of an Everest-class dreadnought accelerates one to 1.3 percent of light speed. It impacts with the force of a 38-kiloton bomb. That is three times the yield of the city-buster dropped on Hiroshima back on Earth. That means Sir Isaac Newton is the deadliest son-of-a-bitch in space. Now! Serviceman Burnside! What is Newton’s First Law?

Serviceman Burnside: Sir! An object in motion stays in motion, sir!

Gunnery Chief: No credit for partial answers, maggot!

Serviceman Burnside: Sir! Unless acted on by an outside force, sir!

Gunnery Chief: Damn straight! I dare to assume you ignorant jackasses know that space is empty. Once you fire this hunk of metal, it keeps going till it hits something. That can be a ship, or the planet behind that ship. It might go off into deep space and hit somebody else in ten thousand years. If you pull the trigger on this, you are ruining someone’s day, somewhere and sometime. That is why you check your damn targets! That is why you wait for the computer to give you a damn firing solution! That is why, Serviceman Chung, we do not “eyeball it!” This is a weapon of mass destruction. You are not a cowboy shooting from the hip!

Serviceman Chung: Sir, yes sir!