Bloodborne

"Oh, yes... Paleblood... Well, you've come to the right place. Yharnam is the home of blood ministration. You need only unravel its mystery. But, where's an outsider like yourself to begin? Easy, with a bit of Yharnam blood of your own... But first, you'll need a contract..."

"Good. All signed and sealed. Now, let's begin the transfusion. Oh, don't you worry. Whatever happens... you may think it all a mere bad dream..."

"This town is cursed. Whatever your reasons might be, you should plan a swift exit."

"We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood. Out eyes have yet to open... Fear the Old Blood."

"Tonight, Gehrman joins the hunt..."

"The night... and the dream... were long..."

"Beasts all over the shop. You'll be one of them... Sooner or later..."

"What's that smell? The sweet blood, oh, it sings to me. It's enough to make a man sick..."

"Too proud to show your true face, eh? But what a sporting hunt, it was!"

"Hunters have told me about the church. About the gods, and their love. But do the gods love their creations? I am a doll, created by you humans. Would you ever think to love me? Of course, I do love you. Isn't that how you've made me?"

"Majestic! A hunter is a hunter, even in a dream. But alas, not too fast! The nightmare swirls and churns unending!"

"Ah, Kos. Or some say Kosm. Do you hear our prayers? No! We shall not abandon the dream! No one can catch us, no one can stop us now! [laughs manically]"

"You hunters are the real killers! Have you got a screw loose? Or is it your animal intuition? You hunters have got more blood on your hands. Hunters are killers, nothing less! You call me a beast? A Beast? What would you know? I didn't ask for this! Rancid beasts, every last one of us..."

"What a joy it is, to behold the divine. It must be such a pleasure. You're in my debt, you know. You're in nigh on a beast of the field, but here you are, treading a measure with the gods... Are your feet as fat as your wits? Oh, cease this dithering! Take the plunge! Throw yourself to the wolves!"

"The hours of the night are many, and the beasts more than I can count. A veritable hunt unending! Not even death offers solace, and the blood imbibes you. Ha, a most frightful fate, oh my. But I'm willing to do you a kindness. Step lightly round to the right of the great cathedral, and seek an ancient, shrouded church. The gift of the godhead will grant you strength..."

"Oh, a hunter, are ya? And an outsider? What a mess you've been caught up in. And tonight, of all nights. Here, to welcome the new hunter. Prepare yourself for the worst. There are no humans left. They're all flesh-hungry beasts, now... Still lingering about? What's wrong? A hunter, unnerved by a few beasts? Heh heh... No matter. Without fear in our hearts, we're little different from the beasts themselves. What are you still doing here? Enough trembling in your boots. A hunter must hunt..."

"A hunter should hunt beasts. Leave the hunting of hunters to me."

"God, I'm nauseous. Have you ever felt this? It's progressing. I can see things. I knew it; I'm different. I'm no beast. Oh God, it feels awful... but it proves that I'm chosen. Don't you see? How they writhe, writhe inside my head. It's rather... rapturous..."

"Master, look! I've done it, I've done it! I smashed and pounded and grounded this rotten siren into fleshy pink pulp! There, you filthy monstrosity! What good's your immortality now! Try stirring up trouble in this sorry state! All mangled and twisted, with every inside on the outside, for all the world to see!"

"You there, hunter. Didn't you see the warning? Turn back at one. Old Yharnam, burned and abandoned by men, is now home only to beasts. They are of no harm to those above. Turn back... or the hunter will face the hunt."

"You are a skilled hunter. Adept, merciless, half-cut with blood. As the best hunters are. Which is why I must stop you!"

"[Player dies] I should think you still have dreams? Well, the next time you dream, give some thought... to the hunt, [and its purpose]."

"Heh heh, you devious rat! The makings of a true hunter, this lass! Very well. Then there's no need to hold back! The beasts will feast tonight!"

"The night brims with defiled scum, and is permeated by their rotten stench. Just think. Now you're all set to hunt and kill to your heart's content. Hunt in co-operation with your fellows, your League confederates."

"At Byrgenwerth, Master Willem had an epiphany: "We are thinking on the basest of planes. What we need, are more eyes.""

"A great relic, also known as the Cord of the Eye. Every infant Great One has this precursor to the umbilical cord. Use to gain Insight and, so they say, eyes on the inside, although no one remembers what that truly entails."

"Vermin writhe within filth, and are the root of man's impurity. Crush all vermin without hesitation."

"Perhaps there is some mercy in the madness. Those who wish to see vermin can and those who choose to are provided with boundless purpose."

"The twins grew up alongside a poisonous snake, and developed a silent, inhuman kinship. The poisonous snake grew uncontrollably, raised on a healthy diet of beast entrails. Even after their deaths, it is said to respond to the call of the twins' whistle from within the Nightmare."

"An iron helm resembling an upside-down bucket. A single hole allows one to peek out with a single eye, which is probably all that its original owner had."

"Curse the fiends. Their children too. And their children, forever, true."

"Shrouded by night but with steady stride. Colored by blood, but always clear of mind. Proud hunter of the Church; beasts are a curse, and the curse is a shackle. Only ye are the true blades of the Church."

"Has someone, anyone, seen my eyes? I'm afraid I've dropped them in a puddle. Everything is pale now..."

"Lady Maria, I'm a robin. Will I ever curl up and become an egg? Lady Maria? Lady Maria, say something, anything!"

"Ah, sweet child of Kos, returned to the ocean. A bottomless curse, a bottomless sea. Accepting of all that there is, and can be."

"Atonement for the wretches... By the wrath of Mother Kos..."