To buy or not to buy: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous prices,
Or to take arms against a sea of bots
And by opposing, end them? To buy: to keep,
No more; and by to keep we say to end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
The internets are are heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To buy, to keep;
To keep, perchance to use; ay, there's the rub,
For in that inventory what outfits may come
When we have shuffled off this aged item,
Must give us pause; there's the respect
That makes calamity of so little gold;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The spammer's wrong, the proud user's contumely [offense, for those of you without a thesaurus],
The pangs of despised threads, the lag's delay,
The insolence of noobs and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy waits
When he himself might his outfit make
With a bare equip list? who would itemlists bear
To grunt and sweat under a weary login,
But that the dread of something after logout,
The undiscover'd shop from whose link
No user returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those items we have
Than fly to others we know not of?
Thus does conscience makes cowards of us all;
And thus does the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of pixels,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard turn their outfits awry,
And lose the name of action. - Click you now!
The fair Lanzer! Admin, in thy posts
Be all my outfits remember'd.
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