-wp

+rep, good player

⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⢨⡹⣿⡿⠿⠾⡛⠭⡢
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⣸⣿⣮⣝⢱⣶⢵⡚⣽⣵⣿⣦⣝
⠄⣤⣤⣦⣝⣙⡩⠭⡍⣿⣷⣶⣼⣦⣭⣝⡻⣿⣶⡢
⣾⣿⣿⠫⣰⣿⣿⣿⣧⢽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡜⣿⣿⣅
⢿⣿⡿⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣮⣛⢿⡿⡿⠿⢻⢡⣜⣿⣿⡼⣤
⠈⣿⣧⢻⠟⠛⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⣷⣿⣿⣿⣧⠳⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠄⠘⣿⣞⠄⠺⠄⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⠄⠈⠻⣿⠟
⠄⠄⠸⢿⣷⣔⠶⢿⣿⣿⠿⣋⣾⣿⣿⡻⣿⣿⣷⣤⣤⣄⣀
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠉⢻⣿⣗⡦⡠⠚⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣜⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣤⣀⡀
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠈⢺⢿⣿⣿⣷⣮⡛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣻⣿⣿⣿
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠈⠙⠿⢿⣿⣿⣷⣦⣏⣛⣝⡽⣙⢨⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠹⠗⡞⠬⠛⠻⠻⣿⣿⣿⣶⡡⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣮⢻⡛⡧⢓⢹⣿⣿⣿
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣭⢂⠰⠡⢿⣿⣿

⠳⣌⢢⣀⣀⣀⣣⣀⣠⠤⡆⠀⠐⢚⣏⡩⢴⠋⢈⠟⣫⠟⠁
⠀⠀⠉⠛⠛⠻⢮⣮⠙⠛⢻⣛⠭⢿⠒⢊⠏⢉⣯⠟⠁⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢱⡎⢹⣀⠤⡖⠒⣸⣵⣾⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡗⠉⢀⣠⣧⣾⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡧⢺⣡⣾⣿⠿⡛⠛⣉⣩⣷⣄⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣡⣼⢯⡡⠔⠊⢩⠁⠀⠀⡎⢹⡀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⣿⢃⠎⠱⡀⢀⡨⡦⠀⢒⠳⣄⡇⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⠿⢻⢇⣀⣤⣾⣇⡀⢹⠀⣸⡴⢾⡇⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣇⢀⠇⣰⠏⠁⠀⠈⠻⣶⣓⣿⠁⠀⡇⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⢸⡑⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⠏⢨⠙⢧⣠⡇⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⡄⢧⣿⣆⣠⣴⢿⠛⠒⢼⠔⢹⡿⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠦⣘⠛⢫⡴⠁⢀⣀⣎⡤⠞⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠓⠒⠐⠒⠊⠁
Spideussy

To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal ♥♥♥♥,
Must give us pause—there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time.

Malcom