Or close the wall up with our Necromancer dead.
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour’d rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call’d fathers did beget you.
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry ‘God for Fergusson, Galleria, and Saint Brevik!’
And gentlemen who remain now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Diablo II Resurrected Launch day.”
– Apologies to Willie S.