ezra; EzBois; cool original guys with excessively epic gaming skills and a "throw your worries to the wind" approach to life

look guys i know this has whole project has been on the back burners for a while - perhaps even dormant - but there is real history at stake. What of the mistakes of the past? - or, more poignantly - what were the lessons?


ive prepared a speech to drive this point home. i hope this causes the old oaths to whirl through your lobes and re-light the fires in your eyes....

What’s he that wishes so?
My cousin EzBoi? No, my fair cousin:
If we are mark’d to die, we are enough
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my lettiespaghetti wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet a higher elo,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from Stroud:
God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, EzBoi, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made
And votes for convoy sent into the chat:
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is called the feast of the Heavens Party:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Heavens.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say ‘To-morrow is Heavens:’
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say ‘These wounds I had on Heavens Hill.’
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember with advantages
What feats he did that night: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Billy the boy, Exeter's strongest man and Frog boy,
garageraver and tr8rs, bailiff and noahs sister,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember’d.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Heavens nights shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember’d;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in Stroud now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon that Heavens night.