TOO MUCH SHAKESPEARE HAS SNARED MY EV'RY THOUGHT!!!

[Wylder Treejumper]

In doing now a project for my class,
I had to write and so revise a script
Adapted from the Shakespeare play Macbeth.
Alas, when I had finished then I found
I could not stop from talking in blank verse!
I plead each here to give me their attentions,
And save me from this dread Shakespearean curse!

[Skyblade]

I'm sorry my friend
But Shakespeare is not my thing
This is a haiku

[Wylder Treejumper]

This project now has given me the thwart:
As after five long hours of writing work,
I find now that I even think in verse!

[Rusvul]

I cannot give aid to your plight,
for I myself am not right.
When I try to talk normal,
I speak limerick awful.
I find it to be quite a fright.

[Skyblade]

@Wylder:
You're quite amazing
Though I hope you will be fine
Speak the way you wish

@Rusvul:
Rusvul, very good
Quite entertaining I say
What great poets here


(Haikus are supposed to be about nature but whatever )

[Wylder Treejumper]

This was not meant to be a joke, 'tis true
I can not help but speak in verse to you!

And by the way I find you speak aright:
Your limerick most truly is a fright.

[Cornflower MM]

*Whistles* You would give Apollo a run for his money. . . . . (For those of you who get the reference, please try not to kill me!)

[Hickory]

Read the Shakespeare Star Wars. Very Funny.

[Izeroth]

 To be, or not to be--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the forumer to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous members
Or to take arms against a sea of guests
And by opposing end them. To leave the forum, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we really sleep
The heartache, and the thousand electric shocks
That the computer is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To leave the forum, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of leave what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this beforumed coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long membership.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of mods,
Th' Skarzs' wrong, the proud overlord's contumely
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of bad connection, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy posts,
When the computer himself might his quietus make
With a bare server? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after leaving,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No member returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus membership does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now,
The fair Redwall! -- Mod, in thy orisons
Be all my posts remembered.

[Hickory]

Oh Wylder! Art thou not the hero of thy town? Thee must show initiative, and see beyond one's illusions of failure!

[Rusvul]

Roll initiative! 1d20+DEX+misc! Hahaha, bet you didn't take improved init!

[Wylder Treejumper]

Sorry Rus, I play 2nd Edition. My roll is d6+1 (for DEX bonus).