Une fois n'est pas coutume

He’s a big fiend for action. Now if he’d have said nothing, i’d have thought nothing. But he goes on and on running down to me how he ain’t done nothing and nothing’s been going on and all this bullshit. So right then and there, i know this cat’s got something going down.

I stood in firelight Sweltering blood Stain on my chest Like map of violent new continent Felt cleansed Felt dark planet turn under my feet And knew what cats know What makes them scream like babies in the night Looked at sky through smoke Heavy with human fat And God was not there The cold suffocating dark goes on forever And we are alone This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces It is not God who kills the children Not fate that butchers them Or destiny that feeds them to the dogs It's us Only us

Alan Moore, Watchmen

Snails here reminds me of Zenyatta. Is that a reference or I'm just a dumbass seeing things?

In episode 5 of True Detective series we see a guy wearing an mlp-towel with a picture of Fluttershy on it. It’s obviously the fourth mlp-generation (and last one at the moment).

Huh, it's funny to see how often authors use the same patterns. Last time I saw it while watching Umineko (here it is).

– Brother against brother. Nation against nation. Man against Creation. We murdered each other. We broke the world. We did this. Man did this. Everything that was beautiful, everything that was good, we shattered. Now, it begins again. Air, water, earth, plant, fish, bird and beast. Paradise returns. But this time, this time there will be no men. If we were to enter the Garden again, it would only be to destroy it once more. No. The Creator has judged us. Mankind must end.

– ... one hundred and six miles to Chicago, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark... and we're wearing sunglasses.

– Hit it.

And again, same perspectives.

I have struck depths that your little brain cannot fathom. My researches have led me far beyond eternity. I have drawn down demons from the stars. I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness. I have designs whereby the earth, nay the very stars themselves, can move at my command. Time and Cosmos belong to me, Mr. March. The destinies of all things, the living and the dead, are mine.