Best warcry ever?

smearyllama

smearyllama

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1: all the random lines from Star Wars BF2 "I'm taking you down plastic boy!"- Rebel no. 41462
2: General quarters! Hoist the jolly roger! ANd get ready to rock mateys! (plays some 80s hair metal)
 
Frankster

Frankster

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We are the Emprahs Fureh! D:<
(quote from one of the greatest tactical geniuses in any fictional universe)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aPmn_Fn41sI
 
Ghostkai

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Rise up, sons of the Horde! Blood and glory await us!
Lok'tar ogar! For the Horde!

Saurfang Jr. we miss you, you died in glory.

/salute
 
Blindswordmaster

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-Get off my lawn!
-You die like a *****!
-For Asgard!
-Hulk Smash!
-This is Sparta!
-I am vengeance. I am the night. I am Batman!
-Gone o' form of man. Rise the demon, Entrigan!
-In brightest day, in darkest night, no evil shall escape my sight. Let those who worship evil's might, beware my power, Green Lantern's light!
-Loa, there do I see my father. Loa there do I see my mother, my brothers and my sisters. Loa there do I see my line, back to the beginning. They bid me take my place among them, in the halls of Valhalla, where the brave shall live forever!
-I'm Rick James *****!
-I'll use your guts to grease the treads of my tank!
-My blade is hungry!
-WOLVERINES!!!
-BLARG!!
Cookie for the reference in 9.

That's all I've got.
 
Nikolai Smirnov

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octafish said:
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
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That's not a warcry that's a speach whatever.
 
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