The Red God Wakes...
The story of the Murder Room is a myth whispered by murderers and madmen to each other in the long emptiness of the night. The tale changes with the retelling, but it always begins with a enigma and always ends with Blood.
Ah, good old Subject 16. He repainted my room, you know... with his blood.
— Desmond Miles, Assassin's Creed II
Crichton... Crichton? Crichton? Crichton, you're no longer writing on the tablet. Crichton? Crichton... Oh my Jenset, look what you've done! I-I think you've unlocked the 5th level coupling anomalies!
Jed Maxwell: You don't think my room scared them, do you Alan?
Alan Partridge: I think they may have found it a bit creepy.
Jed Maxwell: It must be odd being in a room full of photos of yourself.
Alan Partridge: It is a bit, yeah.
"We're talking paranoid delusional psychosis. I saw the guy's room. It's cozy, if you're Hannibal Lecter."
—Ace Ventura: Pet Detective
The only survivor is the captain, locked in the brig with a bottle of brandy. Chalk eyes stare back from every wall. When he ran out of chalk, he began scraping them in with his fingernails. Little remains of them but bloodied stumps.
Anne: Mom, this is not a workout room!
Mrs. Boonchuy: Yes, it is. When I thought you ran away, it's where I worked out all my stress.
Mrs. Boonchuy: Yes, it is. When I thought you ran away, it's where I worked out all my stress.
— Amphibia, "Anne-sterminator"
