Pyrrhus Application

1. Game name: Pyrrhus

2. Real life age: 37

3. Game playing with Abso: DarkFall

4. Reason for applying: I started playing a few days ago and my friend Roscoe mentioned I should apply for membership.

5. What other clans/groups are you affiliated with? _Zerg_(Joined them the day I first started because I had no idea what I was doing and needed some guidence)

6. Personal Info: I've played MMORPG's since the days of Ultima Online. I would consider msyelf a seasoned gamer with no specific preference to any specific style of gameplay. My play schedule is usually late nights and mid afternoons. My Job gives me the flexablity to play during those times.

7. What can Absolution do for you? A community gamers to belong to, and have countless adventures with!

8. Do you have a sponsor? If so, who? Roscoe

9. Repeat after me: "I have a microphone and I will use Mumble!": I have a microphone and I will use Mumble!

welcome

SPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Welcome aboard - glad to have you!

Your question for application:

Without googling, which one of Shakespeare's plays features a tale of your namesake and what was he doing?

You guys have gotten soft in my computer exploded absence.

Double-meaning, much? 0.o

Talth wrote:Your question for application:

Without googling, which one of Shakespeare's plays features a tale of your namesake and what was he doing?

Im going to make a wild guess here and say Hamlet? I have no idea really, just guessing lol

BEST GUESS EVER.

Yes. Hamlet. Application approved. (He was dying valiantly by the way.)

Act II, Scene II

Hamlet. I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was never acted;
or if it was, not above once; for the play, I remember, pleas'd not the million, 'twas caviary to the general; but it was (as I receiv'd it, and others, whose judgments in such matters cried in the top of mine) an excellent play, well digested in the scenes,
set down with as much modesty as cunning. I remember one said there were no sallets in the lines to make the matter savoury,
nor no matter in the phrase that might indict the author of
affectation; but call'd it an honest method, as wholesome as sweet, and by very much more handsome than fine. One speech in't
I chiefly lov'd. 'Twas AEneas' tale to Dido, and thereabout of it especially where he speaks of Priam's slaughter. If it live in your memory, begin at this line- let me see, let me see:
'The rugged Pyrrhus, like th' Hyrcanian beast-'
'Tis not so; it begins with Pyrrhus:
'The rugged Pyrrhus, he whose sable arms,
Black as his purpose, did the night resemble
When he lay couched in the ominous horse,
Hath now this dread and black complexion smear'd
With heraldry more dismal. Head to foot
Now is be total gules, horridly trick'd
With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons,
Bak'd and impasted with the parching streets,
That lend a tyrannous and a damned light
To their lord's murther. Roasted in wrath and fire,
And thus o'ersized with coagulate gore,
With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus
Old grandsire Priam seeks.'
So, proceed you.

Polonius. Fore God, my lord, well spoken, with good accent and good discretion.

First Player. 'Anon he finds him,
Striking too short at Greeks. His antique sword,
Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls,
Repugnant to command. Unequal match'd, 
Pyrrhus at Priam drives, in rage strikes wide;
But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword
Th' unnerved father falls. Then senseless Ilium,
Seeming to feel this blow, with flaming top
Stoops to his base, and with a hideous crash
Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear. For lo! his sword,
Which was declining on the milky head
Of reverend Priam, seem'd i' th' air to stick.
So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood,
And, like a neutral to his will and matter,
Did nothing.
But, as we often see, against some storm,
A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still,
The bold winds speechless, and the orb below
As hush as death- anon the dreadful thunder
Doth rend the region; so, after Pyrrhus' pause,
Aroused vengeance sets him new awork;
And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall
On Mars's armour, forg'd for proof eterne,
With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword
Now falls on Priam.
Out, out, thou strumpet Fortune! All you gods,
In general synod take away her power;
Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel,
And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven,
As low as to the fiends!

Polonius. This is too long.

Hamlet. It shall to the barber's, with your beard.- Prithee say on.
He's for a jig or a tale of bawdry, or he sleeps. Say on; come to
Hecuba.

First Player. 'But who, O who, had seen the mobled queen-'

Hamlet. 'The mobled queen'?

Polonius. That's good! 'Mobled queen' is good.

First Player. 'Run barefoot up and down, threat'ning the flames
With bisson rheum; a clout upon that head
Where late the diadem stood, and for a robe,
About her lank and all o'erteemed loins,
A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught up-
Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steep'd
'Gainst Fortune's state would treason have pronounc'd.
But if the gods themselves did see her then,
When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport
In Mincing with his sword her husband's limbs,
The instant burst of clamour that she made
(Unless things mortal move them not at all) 
Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven
And passion in the gods.'

Polonius. Look, whe'r he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in's
eyes. Prithee no more!

Hamlet. 'Tis well. I'll have thee speak out the rest of this soon.-