Circe should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such an occurence.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty plant from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded Internets;
And all our Joshuas have lighted plants
The way to a sticky death. Out, out, brief straw flame!
Life's but a walking tree, a poor RPer
That struts and frets his hour upon the forum
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot (me), full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.

That's all I got.