Postal (video game)

I am the celestial gardener, policing the planet of the stink weeds and poisons which leak out even through the cracks in the cold asphalt sidewalks of the City of Sin!

— Postal (video game)

Keep your head, hands, arms, legs, and feet inside the ride at all times. You're bound to lose MORE today than just a few limbs!

— Postal (video game)

No day in the park. Too much of the blood on me is mine. But the day is not done, and I've miles to go to make them sleep...Peanuts anyone?

— Postal (video game)

Oh, did that hurt?

— Postal (video game)

Let's blow something up

— Postal (video game)

Only my weapon understands me

— Postal (video game)

The Earth is hungry. Its heart throbs and demands cleansing. The Earth is also thirsty.

— Postal (video game)

Blessed are the meek for they make easy targets.

— Postal (video game)

The air ripens with the odors of the dead and dying. It smells like...victory.

— Postal (video game)

A glorious symphony of slaughter! 76 tromboners led the death parade...

— Postal (video game)

Life is cheap--death is free! Act now! Supplies are limited! (Offer void in Arizona)

— Postal (video game)

Furious fireflies materialize against the cavern wall and sunder the earth into dust. Come, little insects, and see the web WE'VE woven!

— Postal (video game)

I will don the eviscerated organs of my enemies as party hats, wear their shredded entrails as neckties, and oh, how I shall dance!

— Postal (video game)

Human trash spills from its containers as death rains down upon them, sweeping the streets in a cleansing cloudburst of blood...

— Postal (video game)

Next stop: Armageddon, the River Styx, Hades... and all points in between! All aboard!

— Postal (video game)

Feathers will fly, but big birds won't. They WILL however, be going south this winter...FAR south!

— Postal (video game)

Blood splinters everywhere. Like a river, flowing around me, pulling me in its wake. Paradise! Prepare for...deconstruction!

— Postal (video game)

Black leather smoke coils up my nostrils tingling with death's surprise. Human remnants cling to my clothing like bloody briars as I continue to wade, hip deep in flesh, bone and viscera. Bad neighborhood coming up!

— Postal (video game)