To post, or not to post, that is the question:
Whether ‘tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Rages and Blames of outrageous RPers,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of procrastinations,
And by opposing end them: to post, to sleep
No more; and by a post, to say we end
The Inactivity, and the thousand Natural lacks of activity
That a RP is heir to: ‘Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To reply to a post,
To post, perchance to move the Plot; Aye, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of activity, what crack ships may come,
When we have shuffled off this writer’s block,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes Inactivity of so long life:
For who would bear the tropes and godmodding of players,
The Player’s wrong, the proud GM’s Contumely,
The pangs of despised shipping, the Admins’ delay,
The insolence of the Staff, and the waiting
That patient merit of the inactive takes,
When he himself might his Plot-Twist make
With a bare Post? Who would Bunnying bear,
To grunt and rage with a weary RP,
But that the dread of something after another event,
The undiscovered Antagonist, from whose fight
No Character returns, Puzzles the players,
And makes us rather bear this poor pacing we have,
Than to fly to uncertain routes.
Thus OOCness does make Mary Sues of our chars,
And thus the Native hue of RPing
Is sicklied o’er, with the pale cast of the Noobs,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard their Cross-overs turn awry,
And lose the name of RPing.

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lol, I’m high