WHAT VILLANY IS THIS?
Alas, poor Draugnar! I knew him, hellalt and Co., a fellow of infinite jest and outrageous bombasity: he hath led me on tirades a thousand times, and now, now how absurd in my imagination he is, my lunch rises at it...here stand those words that have made me pissed I know not how oft. Where be your jibes now, your comebacks, your boasts? your flashes of insanity that made dwarfed even my rants with such senseless roar? Everyone now, mocks you, grinning? Quite hack-fallen? Now get you to mapleleaf's chamber and tell him, let HIM prepare to make me sick, to this favor he must mow come; he WILL laugh at that...
(This is what you get when you finish watching Branagh's long version of "Hamlet," stay awake 24+ hours on cup after cup of cafeinne, join the Christmas rush, and come back to fine this little bit of news...of course, you have to be insane to respond like this, but as Octavious just mentioned, in a game where the goal is to backstab and conquer Europe and in a forum with Americans and Englishmen and folks from all over devoting time to such drama and debates...well, Polonius thinks he's found the source of Hamlet's lunacy--but it wasn't Ophelia or a dead father that drove Hamlet mad...he was an original member of the site, doncahknow, just ask King Lear, er, kestas...heck, we've got the ghostly image of TheGhostmaker right before us!
And since I'm rambling more than usual and I really should get some sleep, the rest is silence...goodnight, sweet Draugnar, and flights of fools now sing thee to thy rest...though I shouldn't really be one to throw stones over foolishness--unless someone says "Jehovah," of cou--AAAAHHHHH!!!!!)