Penumbra (video game series)

"You know... all these drugs... there's bound to be a big old needle at the end of this. That'd be enough to put any man off, no shame in that. You don't want to catch anything, one virus is enough for anybody."

"Please, Philip. Please let me live."

"You'll never do it, you don't have the balls! Go on, I dare ya! You're some coward four limbed freak, you barely evolved out of the swamp! You haven't got it in ya!"

"You see, I knew you wouldn't do it. That puts me in the steering wheel now. Hi ho silver."

"What a pretty body! Mine, mine, mine!"

"Hide and seek - my favourite way to kill!"

"Wow, you look like you crawled through a sewer to get here! I suppose I am flattered."

"Hi, I'm Amabel. Amabel Swanson, and I suppose I will be your guide for the day."

"I think the transmissions only one way. I've got a webcam, pull a silly face if you can hear me. Oh, very attractive! Okay, your on."

"The worst thing about my job - death helps us learn."

"Just before becoming fully catatonic, the infested report out of body experiences. They've likened these to being observed through a series of their own memories, some kind of mental obstacle course. These reports inevitably end in the patient being swallowed by some inescapable dark force, shortly after which we lose them for good."

"Today, Dr. Eminiss confided in me that he has had such an experience. He insists that he feels better than he has in months. I'll keep an eye on him."

"Christ, you look worse than the last time I saw you! Though maybe you are just at a higher resolution. Oh, damn it! Note to self: Never insult your last hope of survival."

"You probably don't want to know. I am sure you will be fine! Probably. I hope."

"You came! I guess I didn't really expect you to bother. My lab partner's such a pessimist... was such a pessimist. It kind of rubbed off on me. He tried to make it through to me, not too long ago. I guess he is a little late for the party."

"Lets just say I did not pick the safest of locales for my last ditch survival attempt."

"I don't think I'm infected, I was careful, but I guess if you come rescue me and I am looking at you like you're a roast chicken I got it wrong! Sorry, that probably wasn't funny was it? No, I suppose not."

"You know, you turning up here is probably the second best thing to happen to me since I've been down here. I am reserving first place for when we get out."

"So, I am not big-headed enough to think you came all the way here just to rescue me. I wasn't lying though, I think I've worked out how to disinfect you. But... you probably saw this coming. It's not quite as simple as all that."

"Look, I... I need you. And, well... if you do get me out, I'll give you the biggest hug of your life!"

"If you’re reading this, I guess you won’t have to put up with me anymore. I know you have tried your best – so I suppose, thanks for giving me that at least. I thought I’d knock something up to help you, just in case I wasn’t around to do it myself. Sorry it’s a bit formal, force of habit I guess."

"Seriously, though, even if we didn’t quite get our happily ever after, thanks for trying. It meant a lot to me."

"I remember why you're here, Dr. Swanson has filled me in. I recall every single syllable of our conversation. There was ever so slight an inflection in her tone that suggested she no longer trusted me. Why ever - Dinosaur extinction 65 million years ago - would she think that?"

"I, we, share the same history. You and I are history. I recall... I recall the day of my birth, Eighteenth of September 1964, 3.46993412 recurring minutes past nine. I remember my mother looking surprised, as I poked my head out into the world for the first time."

"You need a security registered palm, something I can provide. You need it at the library, something beyond my reach. When I became infected by those mindless zombies, I split off from the others and secured myself here. I can not leave."

"Nonetheless, you will need a hand. I will not. Bring me a saw."

"Good, good, good, good, good. It has been precisely 12 days, 11 hours, 39 minutes and 12.4 seconds since something good last happened."

"Name: Eloff Carpenter. Rank: Elevated. Status: Code C, Imprisoned."

"After observing the Tuurngait movement, I predict it will be my cell they visit next. To my knowledge, I am the last remaining member of the elevated at this facility, and so it falls upon me to ensure that xeno protocol is not compromised. For that reason, I record here the only way I have discovered to neutralise the viral threat. The species primary weakness is... No please!...."

"When I woke this morning, there was a corpse lying beside me. I broke out the flash light, fearful Frisk may have been savaged, or taken his own life. As I did, I could not help but see, at the corner of my vision, Frisk fleeing back into the shadows. The dead man was Dr Roberts, a scientist I was sure had escaped into the mines at the first signs of the epidemic. He had bite marks in his side, and looked to have been dragged in some way. In addition his tongue was missing."

"Time and again I warned overseer Frisk I needed time to perform a full textural analysis, before my translation could be considered complete. He went ahead with the excavation anyway, and now he has paid the price."

"This facility's security level is high enough that no trace of it exists beyond the confines of these walls - not even the Archaic Central Caste have records of its location. In fact, the only link to this place in the outside world is the notes I left behind many years ago, no rescue attempts have been made, not one person has tried to enter the facility."

"Just before the virus was released, I sent a message out to someone I could trust. I can only assume my son, Philip, has received the note, and done what I asked. No matter what happens down here, at least I can rest easy knowing that no trace remains of this place, that those secrets remain buried here. I learned that over the years, never put too much weight on any one discovery, but the information I hold is vital not just to our survival, but the future of our species."

"To think I left my family for this place, for this organisation. Which is more horrible: that I have sacrificed something so dear, or that I do not regret it for a second?"

"It is this conclusion that has formed the backbone of my recent endeavours. Though the infected may wander around like mindless – for want of a better word – zombies, they are no more stupid than a worker bee: automatons, yes, but far from stupid. In short – I believe this central intelligence might somehow be communicated with. Bargained with. Communication, however, is most likely impossible once infected – unless there was a way to subdue the infection long enough to contact the hive. There must be a way to find peace."

"Today, I communicated with the Tuurngait mind. I was correct – it is intelligent beyond our wildest imagination. It told me... everything. Everything I needed to know. You could not imagine it. I cannot accept it. God forgive us."

"Chef Carlito is waiting for you in the mess hall with "insert today's specials here". A happy worker is an efficient worker, and only efficient workers will be fed."

"Day 1 - I begin this record, still in the hope that the great work we have undertaken here might one day be of scientific value, despite the chaos which has ensued in the six hours previous. My aim is to remain secure, until what help there may be arrives, and to that end I have barricaded myself into a workshop area in the abandoned area of the mine. I hope that the meagre food rations here will keep me alive, and that those I hide form will not jeopardise that. Perhaps this mine really is cursed: its almost precisely thirty years since the incident that brought us here, and now, thirty years on, fate has struck again."

"Second, due to the nature of our work here, if you should feel in anyway ill, light-headed, or otherwise mentally incapacitated, do NOT report to the medical facility! Fasten yourself securely to whatever solid objects may be available, attempt to seal all connecting doors, and await retrieval by our trained professionals."

"In a worse case scenario, be prepared to swallow your own personal cyanide capsule, which will be issued after this briefing. The Archaic hates to lose it's cherished staff, but it may be for the good of the operation."

"We know you will enjoy your work with us!"

"This is residential, the Archaic asks that viral biologists do not take their work home with them!"

"The Archaic would never ask that employees work longer than the recommended eight hour shift, but understands that enthusiasm for their work and dedication to the team may often motivate them to do so. Thank you for not letting us down!"

"Dead workers are inefficient workers! Always wear safety goggles when handling hazardous materials, and be sure to store your personal cyanide capsule well away from Archaic issue Aspirin!"

"Shelter Research Station is encountering technical difficulties. Please have your personal cyanide capsule at the ready!"

"Viruses can spread quickly. Avoid all unnecessary bodily fluid exchange!"

"There can not be one, there can only be us all!"

"At the end, this was one was far more human than he would have believed. Mankind, for his actions, I am sorry. For this next misconduct, I am sorry. Do not hate me."

"Do not be alarmed, this is in your mind, Mankind. If you know yourself, you have nothing to fear. I, on the other hand, stand to lose everything!"

"One came before, Mankind. Howard. He was not strong. Mankind as a whole is stronger than even than I, but alone mankind is weak! Nonetheless, I do not under estimate you, Mankind. I submit to you!"