Card Games
Planeswalking isn't about walking. It's about falling and screaming.
Comic Books
Brainstorm: The first rule of interstellar travel: Never stand next to a quantum generator when it's about to flout the laws of physics.
Rodimus: So who broke the rule?
Brainstorm: Um... Good question.
Rodimus: So who broke the rule?
Brainstorm: Um... Good question.
Fan Works
"This is a video recording taken from the Observation decks". The screen changed. Now they were looking at what the Wanderer crew had seen in their last days. No one, not even Spock, could handle more than a quick glimpse of that view (Kirk had, after a couple of minutes spent staring at the recording back on the Wanderer, spent the next few minutes being violently sick ) — a swirling, multicolored mist was how Uhura would later explain it to Christine Chapel, but it was more than that, something for which even she couldn't find the right words. It was made of light. Light that could think. Could blend in dizzying, nauseating mixes. It was a living thing, that mist, or so it seemed. "If they had to look at that thing 24/7, I don't think we need to look at any other motives for suicide." Mc Coy muttered.
[A]ny further discussion of subcultures was interrupted by the arrival of Twilight and two smoking reindeer.
To her credit, Princess Ljufa didn't dry heave as long as Jarl Vidar. The grazer noble looked absolutely terrified when he finally looked anything at all.
"There were... things there!" he panted. "They... looked at me!"
Twilight was only embarrassed a very short while for exposing someone with second sight to the space between space, because then she was barreled over by an overjoyed Spike.
To her credit, Princess Ljufa didn't dry heave as long as Jarl Vidar. The grazer noble looked absolutely terrified when he finally looked anything at all.
"There were... things there!" he panted. "They... looked at me!"
Twilight was only embarrassed a very short while for exposing someone with second sight to the space between space, because then she was barreled over by an overjoyed Spike.
—Under the Northern Lights, Chapter Eighteen
Film — Live-Action
Captain Miller: Oh my god. What happened to your eyes?
Dr. Weir: Where we're going, we won't need eyes to see.
Captain Miller: What are you talking about?
Dr. Weir: I created the Event Horizon to reach the stars. But she's gone much, much farther than that. She tore a hole in our universe, a gateway to another dimension. A dimension of pure chaos... pure evil. When she crossed over, she was just a ship... but when she came back... she was alive. Look at her, Miller... isn't she beautiful?
Captain Miller: Your "beautiful" ship killed its crew, Doctor.
Dr. Weir: Well... now she has another crew. Now she has us.
Dr. Weir: Where we're going, we won't need eyes to see.
Captain Miller: What are you talking about?
Dr. Weir: I created the Event Horizon to reach the stars. But she's gone much, much farther than that. She tore a hole in our universe, a gateway to another dimension. A dimension of pure chaos... pure evil. When she crossed over, she was just a ship... but when she came back... she was alive. Look at her, Miller... isn't she beautiful?
Captain Miller: Your "beautiful" ship killed its crew, Doctor.
Dr. Weir: Well... now she has another crew. Now she has us.
Dr. Weir: Did you really think you could destroy this ship? She's defied space and time. She's been to a place you couldn't possibly imagine. And now... it is time to go back.
Captain Miller: I know. To hell.
Dr. Weir: You know nothing. Hell is only a word. The reality is much, much worse.
Captain Miller: I know. To hell.
Dr. Weir: You know nothing. Hell is only a word. The reality is much, much worse.
Yondu: It ain't healthy for a mammalian body to hop more than fifty jumps at a time.
Rocket: I know that.
Yondu: We're about to do seven hundred!
Rocket: I know that.
Yondu: We're about to do seven hundred!
"Traveling through hyperspace ain't like dusting crops, boy! Without precise calculations we could fly right through a star or bounce too close to a supernova and that'd end your trip real quick, wouldn't it?"
—Han Solo, A New Hope
"There's no earthly way of knowing...
which direction we are going...
There's no knowing where we're rowing...
or which way the river's flowing...
Is it raining? Is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a-blowing? ...
Not a speck of light is showing,
so the danger must be growing...
Are the fires of hell a-glowing?
Is the grisly reaper mowing?
YES! The danger must be growing,
for the rowers... keep on rowing...
And they're certainly not showing...
ANY SIGN THAT THEY ARE SLOWING! RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHH!"
which direction we are going...
There's no knowing where we're rowing...
or which way the river's flowing...
Is it raining? Is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a-blowing? ...
Not a speck of light is showing,
so the danger must be growing...
Are the fires of hell a-glowing?
Is the grisly reaper mowing?
YES! The danger must be growing,
for the rowers... keep on rowing...
And they're certainly not showing...
ANY SIGN THAT THEY ARE SLOWING! RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHH!"
—Wonka during the tunnel scene, Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory
Literature
"...No, don't move," [Ford] added as Arthur began to uncurl himself, "you'd better be prepared for the jump into hyperspace. It's unpleasantly like being drunk."
"What's so unpleasant about being drunk?"
"You ask a glass of water."
"What's so unpleasant about being drunk?"
"You ask a glass of water."
Video Games
"Some are not mentally prepared enough for alternate dimensions."
—FAIL Screen after using a teleporter in Infiltrating the Airship
Webcomics
Western Animation
"Man, hyperspace always looks so freaky."
—Peter Griffin as Han Solo, Family Guy Presents: Laugh It Up, Fuzzball
"I never thought I could stretch so far! I think I kinda phased through a planet! (laughs)"
—Amethyst describing her experience traveling at FTL, Steven Universe
Warhammer 40,000
For the warp is a strange and terrible place. You might as well throw a traveler into a sea of sharks and tell him to swim home as send him through the warp unprotected. Better it is not to let common man travel through the stars. Better still, let him not know such a thing is feasible.
— Fra Safrane, 5th aide to Navigator Da'el. Comment made prior to the departure of the second mission to search for the missing freighter Pride of Angelos
It is forbidden to speak of what I see in the Great Beyond. I could hint at impossible, half-seen castles in the distance, or rivers of pure vibrance flowing to where they fall upon themselves forever, of mothers' love and children's hate given form. But nothing could give you the vaguest notion of what it is truly like.
— Varentias Jugold of the Navilis Nobilite
Our thoughts light the Darkness that others may cross space.
We are one with the Emperor, our souls are joined in his will.
Praise the Emperor whose sacrifice is life as ours is death.
Hail his name the Master of Mankind.
We are one with the Emperor, our souls are joined in his will.
Praise the Emperor whose sacrifice is life as ours is death.
Hail his name the Master of Mankind.
— Credo Astronomicon
"Travellin' through space is boring. [...] Unless strange fings start happenin', which dey usually do when yer out in da warp. One time we 'ad some bluddy great ugly fing come straight outta Weird Lugwort's 'ead! It butchered 'alf da lads! Yer, dat was pretty entertainin'."
— Bigmaw, Ork Runtherd
"The warp is a vital tool to us, a means of communication and transport. Without it, there would be no Imperium of Man, for there would be no quick bridges between the stars. We use it, and we harness it, but we have no absolute control over it. It is a wild thing that tolerates our presence, but brooks no mastery. There is power in the warp, fundamental power, not good, nor evil, but elemental and anathema to us. It is a tool we use at our own risk."
— Horus Lupercal, Horus Rising
"Let me take you though the average Warp Travel procedure."
"The Captain calls down to prep the ship for warp expedition. At that time 12000 slaves who have never seen the outside of the work galley begins shoveling the dead bodies of the previous workers into massive furnaces along with whatever hard fuel sources they have in storage, like a brutal Mr. Fusion. A field of pure Psychic FUCK YOU is generated around the ship and the blinded mentally traumatized man inside a metal egg begins screaming unendingly as he charts a course through the Warp, which is basically a giant ocean of pure emotion in which Unnamed Ones lounge around and fuck with humanity by the luxury of simply existing. The ship then ploughs into the miasma of what you could call Hell if you lacked imagination. Pray to the Holy Throne the Astropath doesn’t accidentally get you lost, become possessed by a Daemon or just explode like a mushy human pinata from the mental stress of being around so much pure CANNOT BE. If the void shields even flicker on the 8000 years old vessel (which no one actually understands completely how to work) Daemons made of RAPE and LEMON JUICE will crawl into our reality and do things you literally cannot imagine to every soul aboard. I mean that. The very notion of understanding the completeness of the horror the human victims will be witness to would shatter your perception of reality and cause your head to explode."
"Mission clock says they were only in the Warp for 5 days. It was 17 months for everyone onboard. They also missed their destination by a couple of solar systems and 8/10th of the crew is dead."
"The Captain turns to his bridge staff and pops the cork on a vintage stock of Jherrik Ale and salutes another successful Warp Jump."
"Welcome to 40K."
"The Captain calls down to prep the ship for warp expedition. At that time 12000 slaves who have never seen the outside of the work galley begins shoveling the dead bodies of the previous workers into massive furnaces along with whatever hard fuel sources they have in storage, like a brutal Mr. Fusion. A field of pure Psychic FUCK YOU is generated around the ship and the blinded mentally traumatized man inside a metal egg begins screaming unendingly as he charts a course through the Warp, which is basically a giant ocean of pure emotion in which Unnamed Ones lounge around and fuck with humanity by the luxury of simply existing. The ship then ploughs into the miasma of what you could call Hell if you lacked imagination. Pray to the Holy Throne the Astropath doesn’t accidentally get you lost, become possessed by a Daemon or just explode like a mushy human pinata from the mental stress of being around so much pure CANNOT BE. If the void shields even flicker on the 8000 years old vessel (which no one actually understands completely how to work) Daemons made of RAPE and LEMON JUICE will crawl into our reality and do things you literally cannot imagine to every soul aboard. I mean that. The very notion of understanding the completeness of the horror the human victims will be witness to would shatter your perception of reality and cause your head to explode."
"Mission clock says they were only in the Warp for 5 days. It was 17 months for everyone onboard. They also missed their destination by a couple of solar systems and 8/10th of the crew is dead."
"The Captain turns to his bridge staff and pops the cork on a vintage stock of Jherrik Ale and salutes another successful Warp Jump."
"Welcome to 40K."
