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For what can war, but endless war, still breed?
—John Milton
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"Gentlemen. We shall continue with plans for the upcoming war. And the war after that. And the next, and the next, and the next..."
—The Major, Hellsing OVA #3
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This delightful and cheery war started in July 1914. It is now February 1964, and believe it or not... it's still being waged...
—lieutenant Anderson, Iron Storm
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"How many days? / How many more? / How many men / lost to this war? / I can't remember / what we're fighting for!"
—The Civil War: The Musical
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Depa: "Mace, the Summertime War isn't something that can be resolved in weeks — or months --" |
And these wars, they can't be won —Muse, United States of Eurasia
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"The one who survives will inherit the title of Boss. And the one who inherits the title of Boss will face an existence of endless battle."
—The Boss, Metal Gear Solid 3 Snake Eater
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Thrax: And when the war is over? What will we do then? |
Warhammer 40,000[]
"There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods."
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Gorgath! |
A city only in name, for none would claim to dwell there. A battlefield in form and function, into which endless columns of damned men are fed to oil the war machine! |
None can say when the battle began, and many are those that say it had no beginning. It is an echo of a battle yet to come, or the shadow of a war fought out of time, or a reflecÂtion of all the bloodshed in the galaxy sprung up in all its hideous forms to blood the plains of Drakaasi. |
What can Gorgath be? A creature with a sentience of its own, with violence for lifeblood and warfare for breath? A machine for the blooding of Drakaasi's armies, whose lords feed their underlings through Gorgath to take command of the bloody veterans that emerge? Or some conglomeration of Chaos, some function of the ever-changing warp, bled through into flesh and blood? |
Not one of these questions troubles the mind of Gor-gath's killers, for they are truly its children, devoted to it and yet despising it, trapped in the war machine, the age of slaughter, the one true battlefield that is Gorgath!
—Mind Journeys of a Heretic Saint, by Inquisitor Helmandar Oswain (Suppressed by order of the Ordo Hereticus), Warhammer 40000
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We've been claiming this damned planet for the Imperium all of my life, and all of my father and grandfathers lives before that. I just wish someone would get round to telling those damned Orks to get off our damned land!
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Girl Genius[]
Monsters and machines blotting out the sun —Traditional children's song, Agatha H and The Airship City
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The Long War was inevitable. How it started is unknown. There were always conflicts between rival Houses, so keeping track of who was fighting or not fighting at any given time became confusing and ultimately pointless. Eventually everybody was simply fighting everybody else. This simplified things greatly.
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