As with any RPG, tabletop, electronic, or otherwise, the key to survival is allowing oneself to be shaped by the assigned environment.
After all this time, surrounded by darkness, there are still flashes of light, tiny beacons that shine out, calling to us. It’s not enough to light the way ahead, but it’s enough to keep going. Keep trying. Keep fighting. Keep dreaming.
“Got bit. Fever hit. World gone to s***. Might as well quit.” Dumb*** didn’t know enough to shoot himself in the head. Turned himself into a big swinging piece of bait. And a mess.
Your dad used to hit you and then he got himself killed. It happened. Now it’s done. You live with it or it eats you up.
You want to make today your last day on Earth?
You should know, there is no door number four. This is it. This is the only way.[to Daryl]
You see, Rick, whatever you do, no matter what, you don’t mess with the new world order.
You live with it by staying who you are. By not letting the bad things change you.[to Henry]
You know something? You’re right. I don’t know why I do the things I do. Never did. I’m a damn mystery to me.[to Rick]
You haven’t lived until you’ve bounced a transmission off the ionosphere.
You have to do whatever it takes to protect what you love, even from themselves.
You don’t have to like what I did, Rick. I don’t. You just accept it.
