Quote:
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Speeds in its hastened pace from hour to hour
To the last nano-tick of server time,
And all our sleep-time as lipid pools
Of waste-ed leveling. Dial! Dial! Damn Modem!
Life of a virtual shadow. A poor character
That struts and frets his hours upon the Web,
To be sixty or more: it is the tale
Re-coursed by the MMORPG, to reach Grandeur and Fame,
LOADING PLEASE WAIT ...
"Filked" from MacBeth: Act V. Scene V. Lines 19 - 28
N`ral Dancelot
The Dancing Wood Elf Ranger
Walkers of Vazaelle
