Analysis of information sources in references of the Wikipedia article "8-Bit Theater" in Portuguese language version.
Black Mage's Kill List", written on a piece of notebook paper, consists solely of "Everyone I know" and "Everyone I don't know
Black Mage: Ah-ha! So your my evil side. / Black Mage's Evil Side: Pretty much. / Black Mage: So where's my good side then? / Black Mage's Evil Side: Well. The thing about that is… y'know, it's all relative. / Black Mage: Meaning? / Black Mage's Evil Side: Meaning technically I am your good side because that guy is your atrociously evil side.
Black Mage: I'm sure he wasn't driven insane by being confronted with something so infused with unreality and contrary to Eucilidian geometry that his rational mind instantly snapped.
Black Mage: I don't get it. What's that jerk got that I ain't. / White Mage: You mean besides a grasp of grammar? / Black Mage: Me talk good! / White Mage: Well, let's see. He knows the difference between right and wrong. Morals. A complete understanding of the theories and practical applications of personal hygiene. Friends. A face. The respect of his peers.
There are places of power. Places of destiny. Holy places where ley lines cross and the surrounding countryside surges with magikal energy. Some say that the forces of fate are drawn to these places. That each is a nexus. A point where the tides of history will be turned. Where the world will be forever changed. A nexus is both a blessing and a curse. They are a powerful resource to whomever claims them. He who possesses a nexus, it is said, holds the power to shape the world. But they are so hotly contested among mages and kings that merely defending a nexus can be the dismantling of an entire nation. Ley lines are eternal but they are not unchanging. Indeed, it is their very nature to be in a constant state of flux, to be ever-changing. This is life. This is magik. Not the mere parlor tricks of circle-sorcery. Magik is the incarnation of will and its expression upon the face of reality. Not a sad scrawl upon some ancient parchment. As such, one can never predict when a nexus may fade away or where a new one may be born. But what would happen if a nexus was not born as a place… but as a man?
Red Mage: We're already down here, so it's too late to not save the world. / Black Mage: (walks over to the Cultists) I found a loophole.
Black Mage: (to Ur) The important thing is that I summoned you, and your apocalypse will start with those jerks.
Black Mage: (to the Light Warriors) Hey, I've got some bad news and some bad news. / Red Mage: Sounds like we're safe forever. (Muffin destroys the Sky Castle and flies away with Black Mage on its back) / Black Mage: …and that's why it was the best day ever.
Prince Drizz'l: What do you think you're doing? / Black Mage: I'd say I was joining the winning team, but that'd imply there existed a time when I wasn't on Team Evil.
