The Battle Of Pestilence
Tuesday April 14, 2009
This story[of the battle] shall the good man teach his son, And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by From this day to the ending of the world But we in it shall be remembered We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. For he today that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition. – William Shakespeare’s “Henry V” play
Diplomacy doesn’t always work. So sometimes, war is the only answer. After a week of invasion and rummaging on friendly territory, I have officially waged war and declared cockroaches (and all its allies) hostile. I don’t care if they’ve existed million of years before humans, they should be extinct a long time ago.
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