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mogami -> Sleep (4/1/2002 2:18:50 PM)
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To play, or not to play: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler online to suffer
The slings and arrows (and anti tank fire) of outrageous combat results,
Or to take arms against a sea of opponets in PBEM,
There by having no end of them? To play: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand op fires and shocks
That your core force is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To play, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep what dreams may come
When we have shut off our computer,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of ISP by minute rather then one low montly bill.;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The ever present Tiger, the Wurferman on ammo dump,
The pangs of crew bailouts, the artys delay,
The lack of orders with C & C on and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes with 40 minute turns,
When he himself might his quietus make against the AI
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear (or shrapnel for that matter),
To grunt and sweat under a weary game,
But that the dread of something after a less then marginal victory,
The oft discover'd country from whose bourn
a commander returns with burnt out eyes, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those lossess to keep those victory hexes we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience (and hidden AT guns) does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution (640x480)
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought (and cigerette smoke and glazed over eyeballs),
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their assaults turn awry, (usally into a building or 'freindly' mine)
And lose the name of action and untold victory points
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