Little Death

THIS IS A EULOGY FOR THE GREATEST CREATURE TO HAVE EVER LIVED, LITTLE_DEATH, MADE AT HIS FUNERAL IN JUNE 2011 BY KOTAKE

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;

I come to bury Little_Death, not to praise him.

The evil that bots do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their coding;

So let it be with Little_Death. The noble GameOver

Hath told you Little_Death was ambitious:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Little_Death answer'd it.

Here, under leave of GameOver and the rest -

For GameOver is an honourable bot;

So are they all, all honourable bots -

Come I to speak in Little_Death's funeral.

He was my friend, faithful and just to me:

But GameOver says he was ambitious;

And GameOver is an honourable bot.

He hath brought many captives home to inportb

Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:

Did this in Little_Death seem ambitious?

When that the unvoiced have cried, Little_Death hath wept:

Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:

Yet GameOver says he was ambitious;

And GameOver is an honourable bot.

You all did see that on the Lupercal

I thrice presented him a kingly @,

Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?

Yet GameOver says he was ambitious;

And, sure, he is an honourable bot.

I speak not to disprove what GameOver spoke,

But here I am to speak what I do know.

You all did love him once, not without cause:

What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?

O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,

And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;

My heart is in the coffin there with Little_Death,

And I must pause till it come back to me.