I was happy to see another Californian in Montana, the only person who has cut me off so far.
Your Famous Last Words Will Be:
"Tell them I said something."
What Will Your Famous Last Words Be?
If you were on a battlefield right now, versus everything...
Name
Gender
Age
Lover or a Fighter?
Fight for good or evil?
Battle Cry
Weapon of Choice Your fists and down pillows
Appearance Medieval Armour, while driving a Minivan
Your Battle Cry... Is a reason you to surrender
Foes slain upon first strike: - None
What you fight Everything in sight
You fight.... Or the terrorists win
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A pretty good poem:
[IF]
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
--Rudyard Kipling
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