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To Mumak or not to Mumak, that is not the question;
Whether 'tis nobler to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous Shire and Gondor,
Or to take a big elephant against a sea of Fear causing Elves,
And by trampling, end them. To die, to roll;
No more; and by a roll to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural rolls
That mortal evil men with less access to heroes are heir to- 'tis a consumation
Devoutly to be avoided. To die, roll;
To roll, perchance to beat statistical probability. Ay, there's the rub,
For in that roll of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled our companies off the table edge,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so a battle,
For who would bear the whips and scorns of Orcish overseers,
Sauron's wroth, the proud man's Heroic Challenge,
The pangs of despised models, the FAQ's delay,
The insolence of rules lawyers, and the spurns
That patient merit of th'unworthy takse,
When he mightself might his quietus make
With multiple Mumaks? Who would infantry bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary army,
But that the dread of rolls after deaths,
The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No models return, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather Mumak those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make Mumak fielders of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklier o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents roll for tramples
And lose the name of heroism.

Thank you.

captain.gordino wrote:Thank you.

Guess I should have made this a 40k based thing, eh?

Can't help it. I was thinking about Mumaks last night, and how many I'd be willing to paint.

I figured you'd have a field day with Mayor Daley's decree.

Iorek wrote:I figured you'd have a field day with Mayor Daley's decree.

Oh, did hizzoner say something? I guess he did.

A traffic lady spake thus in honor of that day. By my troth.

Mumak! I will back thee!

Hordini wrote:Mumak! I will back thee!

Do you bite thy Mumak at me, sir?

I do bite my Mumak, sir.

(Aside, to Iorek)
Is the Mumak of our side, if I say aye?

Whether tis nobler to suffer the slings and arrows of outraged halflings...

Hordini wrote:(Aside, to Iorek)
Is the Mumak of our side, if I say aye?

No.

MeanGreenStompa wrote:Whether tis nobler to suffer the slings and arrows of outraged halflings...

Methinks thou doth make a better quote than me.

Truth, 'tis folly to endeavour to ape
The author of couplets (leaves me agape!).

By my life, this is my Malfred's hand. These be his very c's, his 'u's, his t's, and thus makes he his great Pokeminis Blog.