Articles By Jim Robbins
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Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The grenades and sniper fire of outrageous gamers,
Or to take arms against a sea of bots,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand rounds of ammo
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long night;
For who would bear the rocket launcher and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of the experienced gamer and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of an unlucky spawn after death,
The undiscover'd hiding place from whose bourn
No death, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of HDTV
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of CRT,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Target! Bexox, in thy orisons
Be all my kills remember'd.
By LABMAN X (well, kindof)