Badass Creed/Quotes

"We are steel. We, very few, marched into the wastes. While there was no radioactive fallout to contend with, the fallout of humanity frequently beset us. Roving bands of psychotic marauders attempted several attacks on our noble group.
The company was in no danger, for we wore the Armor of Power. Our family members were not so lucky. Once the vermin found out they were easily repelled, they began to fire on the unarmed civilians from a distance.
They took a great many casualties, yet for every member of the Exodus that was struck down in this way, our noble brethren took two lives from the wasteland.
We are hard.
Finally, we came to the safety of the bunker. Capt. Maxson, the great deliverer, decreed this to be our new home, and all was well.
In the fullness of time the bunker became our home, our temple and our salvation from the terrors of the outside world. We built and shaped our fortress into something glorious, the beauty of which the technologically bereft world had never seen before.
We have been sharpened to an edge.
Our fathers died for the sins of others. That will never happen to us again. We have become self-sufficient. We have become keepers of knowledge and lore. We have survived the end of civilization. We take responsibility for our actions, and we hold accountable the actions of others.
This is our pledge. The Brotherhood of Steel is justly named. We are a Brotherhood. Unlike our fathers, we will stand back to back with those that share our convictions and beliefs.
We are steel. We are hard. We have been sharpened to an edge. We are the Brotherhood of Steel.
Always remember the fires that we were forged in. Never forget. The motto from a previous time, and our motto now."

"We are Rangers.
We walk in the dark places no others will enter.
We stand on the bridge, and no one may pass.
We live for the One - we die for the One."

I can break a door down with one hand behind my back
I can crush a Grizzly til his bones begin to crack
I eat a dozen t-bones for my early morning snack
So imagine what I could do to you...
I can tear a telephone directory in two
Bending iron bars is something else that I can do
I always pick my teeth with the nearest billiard cue
So imagine what I could do to you...
I can knock a hole right through a solid concrete wall
I can pull a tree out by it's roots, and that's not all
Now you know about me, you don't need a crystal ball
To tell you what I could do to you
I can crush a house brick with one movement of my hand
And laugh while I reduce it to a dusty heap of sand
I cut a splendid figure when I make my chest expand
So imagine what I could do to you!

DE-STROY WI-THOUT MER-CY!
AT-TACK WI-THOUT FE-AR!
LI-VE WI-THOUT CON-SCIENCE!
EX-TER-MI-NATE WI-THOUT PI-TY!
KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!
THE DALEKS ARE SU-PREME! THE DALEKS ARE SU-PREME! THE DALEKS ARE SU-PREME!

Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death.
I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post.
I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men.
I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.

>PM: Open envelope.
NEVER.
The mail is sacred, and sacred is the trust between the Post Man and the recipients of his precious parcels. You have made a solemn pledge to deliver this letter to the doctor, just as soon as you determine where this address is, or find any sort of discernible mailing address in this wasteland, for that matter. The mail is freedom. The mail is life. The mail is the very fabric of civiliz...
Wait.
Hold that thought for one moment...
(PM puts on a postman's hat)
The mail is the one final hope for resurrecting a dead planet from its ashes, and the letter carriers are the brave soldiers of God in this righteous crusade. They are the defenders of the light of knowledge, free communication, and the exchange of ideas. They are the bold toters of all those little papery conduits of freedom, the white postmarked angels that whisper a message on their deliverance, a promise to the yearning: "There is hope yet."
Liberty. Reason. Justice. Civility. Edification. Perfection.
MAIL.

I am the bone of my sword.
Steel is my body, and fire is my blood.
I have created over a thousand blades.
Unknown to death.
Nor known to life.
Have withstood pain to create many weapons.
Yet, those hands will never hold anything.
So as I pray, Unlimited Blade Works.

Don't underestimate us!
We don't care about time or space or multidimensional whatevers.
We couldn't give a damn about that.
Force your way down a path you choose, and do it your way!
That's the way Team Dai-Gurren rolls!

This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
My rifle, without me, is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will...
My rifle and myself know that what counts in this war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, or the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit...
My rifle is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel. I will keep my rifle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...
Before God, I swear this creed. My rifle and myself are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until victory is America's and there is no enemy, but peace!

Storm will never stop me, thunder never breaks me, I shall ride the endless night!
Star is burning in my eyes, and beating in my heart. I done my sacrifice…