"How do children always live through town ravaging waves of murder and death? Did nobody get the memo about 99% of children being dumb fuck-ups that often cannot, in fact, tie their own shoes?"
— The Dark Id, Dirge of Cerebus Let's Play
[Alex sees a crying baby upon boarding the plane]
George: That's a good sign. Younger, the better. It'd be a fucked up God to take down this plane.
[they see a mental patient in the front row]
George: A really fucked up God.
George: That's a good sign. Younger, the better. It'd be a fucked up God to take down this plane.
[they see a mental patient in the front row]
George: A really fucked up God.
"Experience the electrifying excitement of watching a kid in constant peril...who cannot die."
The Death Note will not affect those under 780 days old.
— Death Note, "How to Use: IX"
New achievement! You Monster!
You have killed an infant! An infant!
Okay, okay. Unless you're a complete psychopath, we know you probably didn't wake up this morning and tell yourself, "Today is the day I'm going to slaughter a child." Well let us put your mind at ease. All children mobs who die within this dungeon don't actually perish. They're transferred to a holding area where they're safe and treated nicely and gently until they can be reunited with their loving parents at the end of the season.
Feel better? Good.
Reward: These past twenty seconds, when your conscience started to ease? That was your reward. It was also a lie. That baby is dead, and it's dead because of you. You're totally going to hell.
You have killed an infant! An infant!
Okay, okay. Unless you're a complete psychopath, we know you probably didn't wake up this morning and tell yourself, "Today is the day I'm going to slaughter a child." Well let us put your mind at ease. All children mobs who die within this dungeon don't actually perish. They're transferred to a holding area where they're safe and treated nicely and gently until they can be reunited with their loving parents at the end of the season.
Feel better? Good.
Reward: These past twenty seconds, when your conscience started to ease? That was your reward. It was also a lie. That baby is dead, and it's dead because of you. You're totally going to hell.
(Bink slides across a metal girder dangling in midair and lands safely on top of an elevator going down)
Norby: How'd he do that?!
Eddie: Baby Luck.
Norby: How'd he do that?!
Eddie: Baby Luck.
(thinking) Though, the diary doesn't lie; if he had died, the phone would have said so. But what were the odds of a child-like boy like Travis surviving an explosion? It was gravely slim - no, almost impossible. It doesn't make any sense.
— Technoblade, Mirai SMP
