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Cormac's personality is loosely based on Prior from the movie Outpost. Adding a few memorable quotes because the movie is a bit hard to find video clips of and Richard Brake's character in Doom is...well, totally different.
Prior: [to Breather] You see this, this 's a Nine-mil hollowtip. This here 'll push your lungs clean through your spine, make an exit wound big enough to jump through. Now, you're gonna talk, and you're gonna talk to me...
Prior: [Prior shoots the Breather in the head] Well, that worked.
Prior: Killed a man once. Asked for two things. When he was done crying for his momma he begged for his God, and you know what the answer was? A bullet. See, that bright light... it ain't heaven, son. It's just a muzzle flare.
Prior: [to Breather] You see this, this 's a Nine-mil hollowtip. This here 'll push your lungs clean through your spine, make an exit wound big enough to jump through. Now, you're gonna talk, and you're gonna talk to me...
DC: Never did care much for the great outdoors.
Prior: Yeah, ain't like we were gonna do *good* things for the rest of our lives. Fuck, we killed most everybody else. I figure it's about time we touched gloves with some Nazis, huh
Prior: Yeah, ain't like we were gonna do *good* things for the rest of our lives. Fuck, we killed most everybody else. I figure it's about time we touched gloves with some Nazis, huh
Prior: [Prior shoots the Breather in the head] Well, that worked.
Jordan: So we can kill them, right?
Prior: His brains are all over the wall. That's good enough for me.
McKay: [the Breather sits up and looks at them] Oh, you're hummin' my balls!
Prior: His brains are all over the wall. That's good enough for me.
McKay: [the Breather sits up and looks at them] Oh, you're hummin' my balls!
Prior: Killed a man once. Asked for two things. When he was done crying for his momma he begged for his God, and you know what the answer was? A bullet. See, that bright light... it ain't heaven, son. It's just a muzzle flare.
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