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Col. Cedric Feldspar Hapscomb

I am a disciple of the hunt. From the ashes of war, I was resurrected from the dead, born again and given new life by ending others. New prey laid before me, prey not of this world. To bring death to the dead. To destroy the destroyer. To take blood from those who take blood. To storm the stalker. To terrorize terror. This is the gravestone upon which I have built my church. When you have seen zombies feed on the flesh of a living man, seen fear in the darkest achieves of a vampire, been baptized in the devil's blood, then you may speak to me of righteous. But for now, I am the thread by which your life hangs. The only wall between you and ungodly horror. I am the bloody top of the food chain.

Cave Johnson

All right, I've been thinking. When life gives you lemons? Don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! 'I don't want your damn lemons! What am I supposed to do with these?' Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the man who's going to burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm going to get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!

Dr. Henry Jekyll

These days, I specialize in immunology, perhaps. Infectious diseases perhaps. I would like to, if I may, Mr. Morton, to tell you a story. A story about a patient of mine. A man of promise. A man who believed he was beyond reproach until he got ill. The disease manifested itself in subtle ways at first. And then it grew into an overwhelming desire, an unquenchable thirst, for chaos, for the suffering of others. He was quite fortunate. He himself was a physician. And if evil were a pathogen, to be reasoned then there must surely be a cure.