Nat. Selection zei:
foolish he is, who lets a game take control...
ik heb nix beter te doen dus zal ik maar wa muggenziften
Foolish is he
als ge wa "shakespeariaans" er wilt bijgooien
Foolish is he whom grants a game the freedom to take control over ones soulless life. For he will mean little in the eternal stretch of time.
For at the end of his mortal being one will find the regret that is time, rotted away at the hands of immortal polygons.
His mark in the sands of time has already washed away when his meaningless footprint has been wiped away from the cold darkness that is the virtual reality.
Thousands of mortal heroes flash by, as the last server will turn its back towards existance. And passes on into oblivion. None is written down and are remembered only by ones selves.
Fearing the day that will come when all ceases to exist.
Many will move on, and so sealing the warriors fate. For ever more lost.
As will these lines, in due time. For all must come to an end.
And no one will be left to defend.
for they are set in a world more fragile then paper.
A world that does not exist.
One press on a button of a feeble minded hand. And all minds will wane
and thought that they might have been insane.
and all their lives will have been in vain.
So fareth the man whom lets the illusion take hold.
that he was ones a great warrior in a world that did not exist.
But I might be nothing more then a fatalist.
Ik moet echt is een betere hobby gaan zoeken
en voor degene die vinden dat ik de teksten van shakespeare verkracht heb.. ik heb er nog nooit gelezen
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