Doc

“Damn it, Nick, I’m trying not to swear!” “How’s it going?” “How the bloody—berry blowtorch!—do you think it’s going?!” “Not very well, by the sound of things.” “Well, flock you, Nick. Flock you.”
― J.T. Lawrence, Dasher

“Half-Djinns are common amongst the Hunting Grounds and other forested levels of Dungeon Crawler World. Nobody knows for certain why there are so many hybrid Djinns out there, but one theory suggests that a rather ill-timed expletive is the cause of the population explosion. It is posited that a person in control of a Djinn’s lamp and the resulting three wishes once exclaimed, “Fuck this forest” or “Fuck this level” or “Fuck you all” or some iteration thereof, and the enslaved genie took that as a challenge. As a result, thousands of half-Djinn, half-forest creatures roam the dungeon. Only a few are intelligent. Only a few are sane. They are all dangerous little fuckers.”
― Matt Dinniman, Carl's Doomsday Scenario

“Tumbling past, totally out of control, is the bronze shell of the Potent Voyager, a sort of neolithic spaceship built and pushed over the edge by the astronomer-priests of Krull, which is conveniently situated on the very rim of the world and proves, whatever people say, that there is such a thing as a free launch.”
― Terry Pratchett, The Light Fantastic

“Puppers crouched down in front of me. He was a bit blurry. It must’ve been the steam coming off my mug of chocolate. “Are you crying, Lucia?” I’m not crying! Legend’s never cry! “I’m going to stab you.” “I didn’t see anything,” Puppers said.”
― Virlyce, The Immortal Continent