Long Live MostBlunted! A martyr for the cause!
"Ha, Majesty! how high thy glory towers, When the rich blood of kings is set on fire! O, now doth Death line his dead chaps with steel; The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs, And now he feasts, mousing the flesh of men, In undetermined differences of kings. Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus? Cry 'havoc', kings! back to the stained field, You equal-potent, firey-kindled spirits! Then let confusion of one part confirm the other's peace; till then blows, blood, and death!" - King John, Shakespeare.
Halt not for peace till victory is afoot! Fight TW till Death consumes thine eyes.
"Ha, Majesty! how high thy glory towers, When the rich blood of kings is set on fire! O, now doth Death line his dead chaps with steel; The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs, And now he feasts, mousing the flesh of men, In undetermined differences of kings. Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus? Cry 'havoc', kings! back to the stained field, You equal-potent, firey-kindled spirits! Then let confusion of one part confirm the other's peace; till then blows, blood, and death!" - King John, Shakespeare.
Halt not for peace till victory is afoot! Fight TW till Death consumes thine eyes.