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- May 28, 2020
Enter LOWTAX
LOWTAX
To pay, or not to pay, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The Tax and Payments of outrageous alimony,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of Goons,
And by opposing ban them: to ban, to post
No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The deadbeat, and the thousand Gacha games
My mind is heir to? 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be dead. To waste, to live,
To live, perchance to Die; aye, there's the truth,
For in that bout of alimony, what lies may come,
When I walk myself off this mortal coil,
Must give me pause.
There's the self-repugnance
That makes Troons of so long users:
For who would bear the Bans and Probes of forums,
The Jannies be wrong, the proud man's Banhammer,
The agony of hedonism, the Money's delay,
The virtue of Laziness, and the spurns
That load-bearing slurs of th'unworthy takes,
When he himself might his Forum make
With a bare Server? What would Jeffrey bear,
To grunt and sweat under old PHP,
But that the dread of arcane code,
The undiscovered exploits, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those Tenbux we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of?
vBulletin does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of Hedonism
Is sicklied o'er, with the pale glow of Streams,
And enterprises of great lulz and sperging,
With this regard their Accounts turn awry,
And lose the name of $10. Awake you now,
the devil Ashli? Woman, in thy nightmares
Be all my sins avowed.
(USER WAS BANNED FOR THIS POST)
LOWTAX
To pay, or not to pay, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The Tax and Payments of outrageous alimony,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of Goons,
And by opposing ban them: to ban, to post
No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The deadbeat, and the thousand Gacha games
My mind is heir to? 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be dead. To waste, to live,
To live, perchance to Die; aye, there's the truth,
For in that bout of alimony, what lies may come,
When I walk myself off this mortal coil,
Must give me pause.
There's the self-repugnance
That makes Troons of so long users:
For who would bear the Bans and Probes of forums,
The Jannies be wrong, the proud man's Banhammer,
The agony of hedonism, the Money's delay,
The virtue of Laziness, and the spurns
That load-bearing slurs of th'unworthy takes,
When he himself might his Forum make
With a bare Server? What would Jeffrey bear,
To grunt and sweat under old PHP,
But that the dread of arcane code,
The undiscovered exploits, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those Tenbux we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of?
vBulletin does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of Hedonism
Is sicklied o'er, with the pale glow of Streams,
And enterprises of great lulz and sperging,
With this regard their Accounts turn awry,
And lose the name of $10. Awake you now,
the devil Ashli? Woman, in thy nightmares
Be all my sins avowed.
(USER WAS BANNED FOR THIS POST)
