Name: Anonymous 2008-03-17 0:50
Proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my hostname
That he which lacks the stomache to block
Let him depart, his password shall be made
And crowns, for reverse DNS put into his only weakness
We would not die in that man's ban
That fears his followship to die with us
That fears his server to ban with us.
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and connects safe hosts,
Will stand a tip-toe when the DNS is gone,
And rouse him at the hostname of Crispian.
He that shall keep-alive this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil ping his neighbours,
And say 'PING:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his idle time.
And say 'These lag I had on Crispin's day.'
Old connections forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with cached advantages
What hack he did that day: then shall our unstable hostnames.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Banned and Exited,
Warwick and Telnet, Salisbury and OpenGl,
Be in their flowing cups refreshed and remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the server,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of banned;
For he to-day that sheds his connection with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so UDP,
This day shall gentle his TCP/IP-ACK and SYN-ACK and SYN
:
And gentlemen in Internet now a-banned
Shall think themselves blessed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Connection's FUCK
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK POOOOOOOOOORN
That he which lacks the stomache to block
Let him depart, his password shall be made
And crowns, for reverse DNS put into his only weakness
We would not die in that man's ban
That fears his followship to die with us
That fears his server to ban with us.
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and connects safe hosts,
Will stand a tip-toe when the DNS is gone,
And rouse him at the hostname of Crispian.
He that shall keep-alive this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil ping his neighbours,
And say 'PING:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his idle time.
And say 'These lag I had on Crispin's day.'
Old connections forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with cached advantages
What hack he did that day: then shall our unstable hostnames.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Banned and Exited,
Warwick and Telnet, Salisbury and OpenGl,
Be in their flowing cups refreshed and remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the server,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of banned;
For he to-day that sheds his connection with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so UDP,
This day shall gentle his TCP/IP-ACK and SYN-ACK and SYN
:
And gentlemen in Internet now a-banned
Shall think themselves blessed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Connection's FUCK
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK POOOOOOOOOORN