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fishbrains wrote:

I've been reading a great deal of Shakespeare recently (school and for fun ) and I thought that I might do a little rewrite of a well known passage. This goes out to all the old school smugglers who have stood by the profession. For those of us who love the profession, despite the crap they put us through. So without any more fanfare, here you are, my poorly done rewrite

If we are marked to nerf, we are enow
To do our profession loss; and if to stay.
The fewer smuggler, the greater share of honour
God’s will I pray thee, wish not one smuggler more
By Jove, I am not covetous for credits,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost.
It yearns me not if men my credits spend;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet smuggling,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my smuggs, wish not one more person more.
God’s peace! I would not loose so great a honour
As one smuggler more, methinks, would share from me,
For the best hope I have. O! do not wish one more:
Rather proclaim it, Caylin, through our host,
That he witch hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his template shall be made,
And credits for convoy put in his purse.
We would not be nerfed in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to get nerfed with us.
This day is called the feast of Electricnomad
He that outlives this nerf, and stays safe
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named
And rouse him at the name of Electricnomad
He that shall stay this day, and see a revamp
Will yearly on the vigal feast his neighbours
And say, ‘To-morrow is Electricnomad’s’:
Then he will open up the smuggler forum and show his scar
And say ‘These wounds I had on Electricnomad’s day’.
Old smugglers forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But He’ll remember with atvantages
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words,
Caylin the corr, DrevenStrobe and Yimaz,
WesBelden, and Geevo, JTGaphta and Ipseck,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember’d.
This story shall the good smuggler teach his son;
And Electricnomad’s day shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the profession,
But we in it shall be remembre’d;
We few, we cynical few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that stays smuggler with me,
Shall be my brother; be he ne-er such a troll
This day shall gentle his condition:
And Gentlemen in other forums now a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That stayed with us upon Electricnomad’s day

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/ponder

Henry 5th?

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fishbrains wrote:
wow, now there's an old school necro

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