"\0Hello. This is \2'Bunny Tilt' \0publishing company, you called us about your game. Unfortunately, we have to deny your request for publishing. Have a good day."
"\0Give me justice. But I won't ask with respect. Won't offer friendship. Won't even think to call you a friend."
"\0Someday, and that day may never come, I'll call upon you to send me to \1Heaven. \0But until that day, do as you will."
"\0Reaper, try not to be careless. \2War \0and \2Famine, \0can be careless, but not the Reaper."
"\0It's time to join the contest. You’re in the \4great game \0now. And the great game is terrifying"
"\0Even if I sacrifice my body, I will never sacrifice my honor. It feels like I'm in the wrong place. Bye."
"\0We are hope. We are honor. We are courage. We are justice. We are compassion. We are determination. We are harmony. We are mentally disordered."
"\0When I was a girl, I had a fear of \4spiders. \0I was told they felt no emotion, that their hearts never beat. But I know the truth. At the moment of the kill, they are never more alive. \4Are you?"
"\0In this world there are two kinds of people: those who go to \2Hell \0and those who send there. You send. Damn..." 
"\0It's probably noon somewhere. And somewhere it's evening. And night. The Earth is round, there are different times of the day."
"\0All your decisions and all your victories are in vain, as long as you obey \2the Death, \0loser. "
"\0Hodor. Hodor. Hodor. Hodor. Hodor. Hodor. Hodor. Hodor. Hodor. Hodor. Hodor. Hodor. Hodor. Hodor."