"and the universe said I love you and the universe said you have played the game well and the universe said everything you need is within you and the universe said you are stronger than you know and the universe said you are the daylight and the universe said you are the night and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you and the universe said the light you seek is within you and the universe said you are not alone and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code and the universe said I love you because you are love."

"Let’s go back. The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body. And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother’s body, into the long dream. And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love. You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love. Let’s go further back. The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player’s body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by… Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks “electrons” and “protons”. Sometimes it called them “planets” and “stars”. Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen. You are the player, reading words… Shush… Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breath faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive You. You. You are alive."

"Once upon a time, there was a player. The player was you, [player name]. Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away. Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience. Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story. Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third. Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen."

"We are the universe. We are everything you think isn’t you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story."

"Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change."

"Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things."

"Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen."

"Not on steam!"

"Potatoes gonna potate!"

"So. You read splash text."

"Innovating innovation!"

"There's <<a cat on ,my keyboard!~ [sic]"

"Where there is not light, there can spider!"

"Do it all, everything!"

"Once I was strong. Powerful beyond measure, beyond imagining. It has been an age since I last fed... but I will return. I will live again. I will have my vengeance. Nothing will stand in my way. They will pay. Even if it takes an eternity, they will pay... For I am the dragon, Dracul! I am the Prince of Darkness! That... is my vengeance."

"I am the blood that flows through your veins. I am the dark shadow that chills the hearts of men. I am the fury! Your hate - and your vengeance! I am! Your destiny!"

"I remember it well… son."

"I don't think you're going to sell a lot of ice cream right now. And I am not getting into your car."

"No way, pal! I'm not here for work. This... is my VACATION!"

"I always thought you had a crush on me. Too bad I don't dig flat chicks."

"I clawed my way out of Willamette. I fought hard to uncover the truth of what happened at that mall. And things were good...real good...for a while. Then, I let things get to me. I let things get out of control. I think deep down, I knew I had to uncover what was really going on. Things got pretty dark, but this is my chance...to get back in the game."

"These zombies… they're annoying, sure, but they're easy to kill. You know, kinda… kinda fun, even. The real threat is the people. An outbreak like this does things to men. The violence. The death. Seeing loved ones die… change… It makes people snap. Just like that. People just like you and me. Just when humanity should be coming together, they turn on each other instead."

"What the hell? That's not magic!"

"I'd best stay on your good side!"

"Have to admit, didn't think much of the boss when they first joined the crew. Thought there was no way they were gonna make it through being canonized, let alone be any help takin' over Stilwater. Hell, they didn't even talk back then. But after that shit with the Vice Kings, I knew we found ourselves one hell of a Saint. There's nothing the boss can't do."

"Things ain't never been easy for the Saints. First we lost Lin to the Rollerz back in Stilwater. Then Julius tried blowing up the boss and the Saints fell apart. After getting the crew back together, The Brotherhood had Carlos killed & Aisha... well, I lost her to the Ronin. And then fucking Phillipe Loren tried taking me out only to have Zinyak come in and snatch me from the Saints anyway. Like I said, shit's always been rough."

"Aisha's death... hit me really hard. I thought I'd made peace with it, but Zinyak's fucking simulated hell took its toll. I know the whole point was I'd never be able to save her, but that shit would never stop me from trying. If the boss didn't show up to help, I don't know how much longer I could've kept it together."

"I'm not the first actor to move into politics, but I'm one of the better ones. Theater, film, television, animation, commercials, shit, I've even done video games. Though video games aren't exactly renowned for their storytelling. Still, I'd conquered acting. By the time I got the call from the Saints, I was ready for something new."

"How did I go from award-winning actor to the Vice President of the United States? Hell if I know. But when the head of the Saints calls you up and makes you an offer, well, it's something you consider. I liked the idea of being a statesman, having my name in the history books. It's a hell of a dream. Plus I look good in a suit. I'd look even better on money."

"Zinyak kicked the stool out from under my political aspiration when he and his armada showed up. One of the worst things you can do is piss off America. Now, I don't necessarily agree with how the President is handling these things. Seems there must be a better way. I'm not saying I'd do better but, shit, maybe that's exactly what I'm saying. If I had the chance anyway."

"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that every now and again a situation arises that defies explanation. And so it was with the ascension of the Third Street Saints. When the Saints made their presence known to the world in 2006, they were decried for being pretenders to the throne. The people were confused. Were the Saints sociopathic killing machines hell-bent on destruction? Or puckish rogues living a life of mirth and whimsy? The Saints needed clarity of purpose, and so the course was set... More fun, less mercy killing. This simple choice revitalized the Saints, transforming them from a degenerate street gang into beloved pop culture icons. But even then the Saints were not satisfied... For it's one thing to be revered as a hero, it is another to be a hero. And that, my friends, is where our journey begins."

"When historians look back on the fall of the Zin Empire, this will be the defining moment. An act that was supposed to demoralize, galvanized; and a course was set that the Saints could never back down from. But even more monumental is this: if the Earth was not destroyed, pragmatism would have won over desperation and the Saints would never have been reunited with the most dangerous man in all of history: Johnny Gat. But ever as always, I'm getting ahead of myself...like all good stories, the second act begins with a call to action and the building of a robot."

"I'm torn. I hate the autographed headshots Birk keeps leaving on my doorstep but, I love the money I make selling them online."

"Look I'm not proud of my past. Let's just say that those days are behind me and never bring it up again. Got it?"

"Boss, you gotta get me out of here. He's proposed to me six times!"

"This is a rescue, right? This ain't some elaborate set up for a gang bang?"

"Totally agree. We should be using, like, that Navajo code dialect..."

"You call it motion-controlled gaming, I call it putting a corporate-controlled monitoring device in your living room."

"What is a man but the sum of his memories? We are the stories we live! The tales we tell ourselves!"

"Steve Blum as Leandros"

"Graham Cuthbertson as Clay Kaczmarek"

"Eliza Jane Schneider as Rebecca Crane"

"Nolan North as Desmond Miles"

"Danny Wallace as Shaun Hastings"

"Cas Anvar as Altair Ibn La’Ahad"