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4 days and 7 hours ago, my preself brought upon this septagon a new group, composed in haloplaying, and dedicated to the proposition that all snipers were created unequal.
Now we are engaged in a great group war, testing whether that group, or any group so conceived, and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of it, as a final resting place for those who died here, that the group might live. This we may, in all propriety do. But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow, this ground -- The brave men, playing and not playing, who struggled here, have hallowed it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The septagon will little note, nor long remember what we say here; while it can never forget what they did here.
It is rather for us, the playing, we here be dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that, from these honored dead, we take increased devotion to that cause for which they here, gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve these dead shall not have died in vain; that the group, shall have a new birth of suprimicy, and that government of the players by the players for the players, shall not perish from this Halo.
[Edited on 2/24/2005 11:11:59 AM]