Insults |
Threats |
Brags |
Complaints |
Praise |
Your mind has primitive neurons. |
Prepare for the lowest doom. |
We, the interdimensional, claim this planet. |
The great suffering we endure is from you. |
Embrace evil, for you understand it so completely. |
We do not concern ourselves with the insignificant. |
We stop toying with you. Now we come for real. |
This world anticipates our embrace. |
So little is left of our colony…. |
Your brain is such an exquisite specimen. |
Defeat is your only true ambition. |
Ha, ha, ha, ha…. |
There can be only one colony remaining. And that one is the Cyth. |
Leave us be… with our thoughts…. |
You possess a huge capacity for wickedness. |
Twist your muscles all day. They're all you possess of any significance. |
Abandon all hope. Embrace hopelessness…. |
Someday you will clean my tubes. |
Upon my mask, I, I, am tired. |
Promise me that you shall always be so evil. |
You overestimate your physical being. |
You will fade away…. |
Do you not believe your destiny of defeat? |
No one understands the Cyth burden. |
They call us villains, but what do those primitive minds know. |
Nothing can come from a colony run by incompetence. |
Dread us. |
The Cyth make worlds happy. |
Our powers ebb…. |
Your devious nature even surpasses many Cyth. |
There is no need for your victory. |
The Cyth will lift all your worries. |
We are beyond your weakening grasp. |
Take this planet if you want. The Cyth have other plans. |
Frolic in your nightmares. |
Analyze your chances. Then be depressed. |
Say farewell to this planet. |
Our ascendance is inevitable. |
How did your colony get so… powerful? |
Many Cyth would love to get your autograph. Or a nerve sample, whichever you prefer. |
You are not worthy of your medulla oblongata. Let us have it. |
There is a black sun looming over your dying horizon. |
Even my breath would burn incisions on your skin. |
You are overwhelming us! |
Revel within your inner darkness. |
How trivial your colony is. |
My fingers will squeeze the breath from your failing colony. |
With a twitch of my mind your buildings would be rubble. |
NO! |
We can only respect an enigma such as you. |
Those territories shall be your ruin. |
Your end will soon arrive. Be ready. |
We anticipate our victory. |
The Cyth dream, you've destroyed it! |
Your fluids are some of the most perfectly balanced in the galaxy. |
Your technology only makes you more laughable. |
Please, oh please, come into my territories. You may be… my guest. |
Commit yourself to the Cyth victory. |
Our factories, power plants, farms… are dwindling…. |
Use your deep voice to intimidate them. And then speak very slowly. |
The Cyth do not fear you. |
The Cyth reach is far. |
No one can thwart us. |
Injustice! Injustice! |
So many fools trust you. I am jealous. |
Your weapons are no match for our minds. |
We have exactly numbered your remaining days. |
Now we emerge. And we are supreme! |
Someday we will get our revenge! |
You embrace the abyss with proper glee. |
Your growth is of little consequence. |
The time is soon right for you to writhe in misery. |
We look forward to taking over your research center. |
My territories are worth nothing. |
Bravo, bravo. |
An economy like yours means disaster. |
We shall eliminate you. |
Our factories eclipse yours. |
Even our psionics fail us. |
There are nerves and then there are your nerves. |
How inept you are. |
Prepare for our judgment. |
We shall vanquish all opposition. |
The Cyth purpose is being decimated. |
How impressive your spine is…. |
Gauge your selves by us. Then you will truly understand your failure. |
Concede. Or we'll bathe you in the ashes of your colony. |
Our victory shall stain this planet… forever. |
Wretch. You have upset our meditations. |
Do you ever frighten yourself? |
What part of your body do you think with, anyway? |
From now on you need to believe only in your defeat. |
The face of evil is defined by Cyth features. |
Our new world would have been so pretty covered in dark, ominous clouds. |
Your brain stem is a malignant masterpiece. |
Your machines break down as often as your plans. |
Shelter from our oncoming storm is denied you! |
Be warned. We can obliterate your chances. |
I go now to mutter in the gathering twilight. |
You smother joy with gusto! |
Your military is like an old nightmare. Hazy and insignificant. |
The buildings you own will be eliminated. |
We are fear. |
Shall we always be condemned to a meaningless physical existence? |
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Only a few individuals fascinate us. You are not one of them. |
This is our ultimatum. Leave. |
We're not bad. We're worse. |
Do not attack us. It would be so easy. Remorse would plague you forever…. |
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Wipe your chin, wretch. You're drooling. |
Reflect upon your existence. For it will be short. |
Cyth strategy is too daring for most to understand. |
The joy is gone from my depression. |
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The air you breath is too clean. |
You shall plead and wail. In the end, they all do that. |
I feel so merry today. |
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What you call strategy, we call confusion. |
We shall turn your screams into music. |
What we do not understand is of no consequence. |
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Attack us soon. Our soldiers need training. |
There is something you have that we need. I believe you call it a spleen. |
Your dull senses make it easy for us to evaluate your mind. |
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We dream about being your nightmare. |
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