Omnicidal Maniac/Quotes
"Let me feed and feed until nothing remains but Mandrakk! Bloated and alone beneath a skyful of murdered stars!"—Mandrakk the Dark Monitor, DC's Final Crisis
"Now, open your eyes and see. I am no 'mere' Marduk. My age is countless. My names beyond reckoning. I am the embodiment of all creation's ills, and my purpose is but a simple one: to annihilate all that is unworthy. All that is a reflection of myself."—Marduk, Sacrifice
The only perfect world is an empty world, with no one to sin or wage war.
"The world has already rejected me. Now it is time for me to reject the world."—Ghadius, Lord of Darkness, Klonoa: Door to Phantomile
Existentialism is possibly the most onerous imposition of life. The need to ask why, to find some explanation. Nevertheless, despite the perfections granted me, I remain a living man and so must suffer under the cacophony of questions in my brain. And so I send out this final message to attempt to answer some of the questions you will have. Why did I lead my fellows to their doom here on this arid plateau? Why have I submitted myself to the power of the immortal creatures who have risen from its sands? How could I, a respected scientist and prominent citizen, turn my back on the civilization that has given me so much?
Rejoice, for we have returned and your days are at an end.
The answer is simple. I have done everything in the name of purity.
Before my memories and emotions were reassembled in this more perfect form some fifteen cycles ago, I had spent a human lifetime studying civilization in all its forms. The sum of my work can be put thus: all life exists in discord. War and strife affect all known societies and all species spend their existences competing with others for limited resources. From the cries of an infant for the maternal teat to the wretched stench of the aged dying in their own filth, life is a series of squabbles and ugly messes.
There is an alternative. There exists a state in which all conflict is resolved and all is cold and silent. There are no wants, no wars, no squabbles. You may call this state death if you wish, but that is a misnomer. Death is but the ending of life, and that is only a means to an end. That end is purity, the time when all is still and unchanging. Our universe began in purity and it will return to that blessed state. Hastening that return is the great work of the perfected beings I have awoken and who have made me their own. You have tried to undo our great work. You have spread your vile, unclean selves across the galaxy, making a mockery of the beautiful silence we had wrought. It was all in vain.
Let's destroy it all, you and me! Friends, enemies, everybody and everything!
"Why, it would take some kind of insane megalomaniacal fiend to take pleasure in wielding the tapestry of creation to focus pure energy into reality through nothing more than my own will, the rush of electricity through my being, the power - My God, the POWER! IT'S THE ONLY TIME I FEEL ALIIIIIIIVE!"—Black Mage, Eight Bit Theater
"When the Planessss burnnnn and all life is but torchesss, then Ignusss ssshall at lassst... be at peace."—Ignus, Planescape: Torment
Fourth Doctor: Davros, if you had created a virus in your laboratory, something contagious and infectious that killed on contact, a virus that would destroy all other forms of life; would you allow its use?
Davros: Yes; yes. To hold in my hand, a capsule that contained such power. To know that life and death on such a scale was my choice. To know that the tiny pressure on my thumb, enough to break the glass, would end everything. Yes! I would do it! That power would set me up above the gods! And through the Daleks I! shall! have! that! power!
Davros: It is an interesting conjecture.
Fourth Doctor: Would you do it?
Davros: The only living thing... The microscopic organism... reigning supreme... A fascinating idea.
Fourth Doctor: But would you do it?—"Genesis of the Daleks"
People and planets and stars will become dust. And the dust will become atoms and the atoms will become... nothing. And the wavelength will continue, breaking through the rift at the heart of the Medusa Cascade into every dimension, every parallel, every single corner of creation. THIS is my ultimate victory, Doctor! The DESTRUCTION! of REALITY!! ITSELF!!!
If all that is left of me is my will... Then my will is to DESTROY ALL THINGS! AAAALL THINGS! ALLLLL THIIIINGS!!!—Omega, "The Three Doctors"
"EXTERMINATE!"—Dalek, Doctor Who
"The alien who dares to intrude, the humans, animals, birds, fish, reptiles...all life is my enemy. All life shall perish under the reign of Sutekh the Destroyer!"—Sutekh, Doctor Who, Pyramids of Mars
We like to talk big, vampires do. "I'm going to destroy the world." It's just tough-guy talk. Strutting around with your friends over a pint of blood. The truth is, I like this world. You've got... dog racing, Manchester United... and you've got people. Billions of people walking around like Happy Meals with legs. It's all right here. But then someone comes along with a vision. With a real... passion for destruction. Angel could pull it off. Good-bye, Picadilly. Farewell, Leicester-bloody-Square.—Spike, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
"Some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn."—Alfred Pennyworth, The Dark Knight
"I... I shall consume. Consume... consume everything."—The Moon/Majora, The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask
"I've been given the oppurtunity to wield a power even the Precursors could not control. Don't fret--you won't live to see what I turn this little world into...maybe a rock, or a floating puddle of slag...OR NOTHING AT ALL! COMPLETE OBLIVION! So hard to choose..."
"DARKNESS CONQUERS ALL WORLDS!"
Amelia: If you want destruction, why don't you destroy yourselves!? No one will mind!
Hellmaster: You don't get it. We don't just want destruction for us, we want it for everything. It doesn't mean anything unless the world itself is destroyed. Not that I really expected you to understand. We don't understand why you want to continue existing.—Slayers: King of the City of Ghosts
Ledgermayne: Magic is no longer yours to use as you see fit. Soon we will seal off the para-elemental plane of magic from Lore forever. You creatures will be free to fight amongst yuoirselves.
Ledgermayne: Correct.
Hero: But... I thought magic was Lore's life force. If you seal off magic from Lore, won't everything die off?
Ledgermayne: Mana Golem, serve us. (frees the Mana Golem) The master may have wanted you for his purposes but you are now neccessary for this form's plans. The material creatures have used magic long enough. You will continue to absorb magic from the material world until all of the mana has returned home to this plane. Feed, Mana Golem, and grow strong. Return the magic here to its birthplace.
Order: 15: Kill all life in the Cosmos.—Responsibilities of the Brigadier, 3:16 Carnage Amongst the Stars
I hate this world and everything in it! It's disgusting! It reeks! I can hardly breathe! The flowers. The trees. The earth. The water. The birds. The villages. The towns. The mountains. But what makes me absolutely sick is the people here!
And that's why I've decided to kill you all.
You blindly put yourselves at the center of the universe, every last one of you. Envious! Malicious! And even after all that you still think you're in the right! Jealousy. Hatred. Arrogance. Betrayal. Insolence. Deception. Those are the true natures of human beings! You're sickening. Even thinking about it now makes me physically ill! You're all hyopcritical fakes! Every last one of you: useless.—Phantom, MÄR
Henchrat: So what are you going to do after you destroy the universe?
Evil the Cat: Dunno. Glue it back together I suppose.
"If you fail.... he'll kill everyone."
In 1647AD Chang Hsien-chong said:
Heaven brings forth innumerable things to nurture man.
Man has nothing good with which to recompense Heaven
Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.
He committed an autogenocide more thorough than that of the Khmer Rouge. As with the Khmer Rouge, first killed the landlords for owning the land, then the intellectuals for insufficient ideological purity, then the peasants for insufficient collectivism, and so on and so forth.
To update his words to the twenty first century just substitute earth for heaven:
Earth brings forth innumerable things to nurture man.
Man has nothing good with which to recompense Earth
Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.
10:10 no pressure.— The overclass hates you. by James A. Donald