War never changes.
War. War never changes.
War. War never changes, but people do.
War, war never changes. But men do, through the roads they walk.
War never changes, but people do. Through the roads they walk.
A man chooses, a slave obeys.
War… war never changes. The reasons why we fight wars, the reasons that we start them, and the reasons we keep fighting them… those are the things that change.
Some wars never end. But they can change.
War never changes, but the battleground does.
War never changes, but the players do. They become more involved, entwined in each other’s lives.
History is written by the victor.
War makes fools of us all.
The only way to win is not to play.
War isn’t about who’s right, it’s about who’s left.
Only in darkness can we see the light.
In the end, we’re all just numbers.
We’re born in the vault, we die in the vault.
Hope is what gets people killed in the Mojave.
I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.
War never changes, but the boundaries do.
In the wasteland, fortune favors the bold.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
The world can never have too many explosions.
Underestimate me at your peril.
In the end, it’s all about survival.
War never changes, but the choices we make do.
We all have our demons to fight.
Shadows of the past can haunt us, but it’s up to us to face them.
The wasteland is a cruel and unforgiving place, but it will also test your resolve.
I have seen the future, and it is bleak.
In the wasteland, the only currency that matters is power.
The past is just a story we tell ourselves.
The war may be over, but the fighting is just beginning.
In the wasteland, trust no one.
There’s nothing noble about survival. It’s brutal and cruel.
The world may have ended, but the fight for justice never dies.
Beneath the surface, there’s always something more.
War never changes, but the monsters we fight do.
The wasteland can turn even the best of us into monsters.
In a world without rules, power is the only law.
In the wasteland, there are no heroes, only survivors.
The wasteland is a canvas, and we are the artists.
In the wasteland, the past is just a memory, the future is uncertain, and the present is all we have.
To find the truth, you must first let go of your illusions.
The wasteland can break you, or it can make you stronger.
In the end, it’s not about the destination, it’s about the journey.
In the wasteland, time is a luxury few can afford.
In the wasteland, freedom is just another word for survival.
In the wasteland, every choice has consequences.
War never changes, but sometimes, change is the only way to survive.