Video games are a huge, incredibly popular, world-transforming medium.
One day you wake up and realize the world can be conquered... I’m going to put a mask on and scrawl my name across the face of the world, build cities of gold, come back and stomp this place flat, until even the bricks are just dust. So you can just shut up. All of you. I’m going to move the world.
I’m cold and free and the smartest man in the world, and this time they’re going to know it, I promise you. I promise you that.
When you get your powers, you learn a lot about yourself. My professors called me mad. It was time for me to stop punishing myself, and start punishing everybody else.
Computers had their origin in military cryptography-in a sense, every computer game represents the commandeering of a military code-breaking apparatus for purposes of human expression.
The video game story-development process is incredibly broken.
Wearing a cape doesn’t do much for your social life.
One day you wake up and realize the world can be conquered.
There’s a fine line between a superpower and a chronic medical condition.
When your laboratory explodes, lacing your body with a supercharged elixir, what do you do? You don’t just lie there. You crawl out of the rubble, hideously scarred, and swear vengeance on the world. You keep going. You keep trying to take over the world.
When you can’t bear something but it goes on anyway, the person who survives isn’t you anymore; you’ve changed and become someone else, a new person, the one who did bear it after all.