Game Night Quotes

“Time has no meaning here, but if it did, it would be a little after tea-time.”
― Jonny Nexus, Game Night

“This is how the world ends. Not with a bang, but with an argument over punctuation.”
― Jonny Nexus, Game Night

“We Weshens are a highly empathetic people. We sense emotions and thoughts and desires. The world-serpent's thoughts would burn our minds to an empty shell. That is why we created [mankind], you whose empathetic sensing is almost nil.”
― Jonny Nexus, Game Night

“The AllFather is aware that mothers in the mortal realm tell their children that the AllFather is watching them and will be angry if they misbehave, but as far as he's concerned, he won't tell if they don't.”
― Jonny Nexus, Game Night

“the two eliminated minions will eventually arrive back at the OverRealm clutching much-stamped temporal passports, telling tales of a brief but eventful tour of each of the twelve and a half planes of existence, and complaining of the fate of their baggage, which will no doubt still be stuck somewhere in the sixth or seventh plane.”
― Jonny Nexus, Game Night

“right now the AllFather wishes he did have a watch to examine, if only to prove to himself that existence is still existing, something which he is rapidly starting to doubt.”
― Jonny Nexus, Game Night

“Dog, the Lord of Man's Loyalty, stirs, half-heartedly licks his balls, and then settles back down to sleep.”
― Jonny Nexus, Game Night

“Oi!” he shouted. He was later to reflect that this was probably not the most intelligent way to initiate inter-species contact; but to be fair, as an attempt at communication it was probably both more effective and less hypocritical than his next utterance. “That's my sodding backpack, you thieving midget!”
― Jonny Nexus, Game Night

“What?” Yann stuttered, metaphorically – if not actually – speechless. He continued in that vein with a “But?” and a “Why?” before finally managing to assemble a set of words into an order that approached sentence-hood. “In the name of the Gods, why?” Draag smiled a smile so smug and superior that it achieved the status of a smile on various technicalities only. “If”
― Jonny Nexus, Game Night

“The Riddle was old, for it was as old as the Gate, and the Gate had guarded the head of the Valley since men first walked upon the World. The words of the Riddle were an ancient secret, passed down from father to son, from grandfather to grandson, from uncle to nephew, and – in at least one case – from the most distrusted old man in the village to his worryingly young “friend”.”
― Jonny Nexus, Game Night