Therefore, Shakespeare Is Sophocles.

[rionaleonhart]

You'd think I'd have realised that my last day of term would probably involve a boss battle, but no: I missed the background music ominously stopping, thought nothing of the fact that the save crystal would no longer let me board the airship, and it was only when I walked into the IT centre to print out my essays and a girl informed me that every printer on campus had simultaneously stopped working that I realised this wasn't going to be a breather level.

A BREATHER LEVEL WOULD REALLY HAVE BEEN APPRECIATED AFTER THE 'YOU HAVE THREE ASSIGNMENTS DUE ON WEDNESDAY' STAGE, UNIVERSITY OF SUSSEX DEVELOPERS. How do I adjust the difficulty on this thing?

Anyway! I eventually managed to defeat Actually Handing The Bloody Things In, the final form of Essayroth, and as a reward I am going to repost my favourite meme ever. I can't believe I haven't posted it in over a year.


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[rionaleonhart]

"What is your name, anyway?" Withnail asked irritably one evening, and he laughed, not entirely surprised that it had taken so many years of friendship for the question to come up, and replied, "Perhaps I don't have one."


(And then they had amazing adventures through time and space and Withnail was simultaneously the best and the worst companion ever, but that wouldn't fit in a single sentence.)