If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori.
kikeron2: you fucking slut, didnt you have anything better to do than to kill a 15 days player? you bitch.
stelios102: My members get annoyed and to be honest my playtime is about making sure they have fun