Gheddafi is dead. Gheddafi remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become prophets simply to appear worthy of it?

Mirbeau's Garden, the Terrace, 1892
Camille Pissarro

There's a fanmade arabic version of the game released back when the game first came out. it uses the worst possible microphones for voice acting, the girls weren't dubbed so they spoke in english, and when you die Quran starts playing.

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Spring Sun, 1924
Cuno Amiet