Mac paces the battlements, pondering why people complain of webquests.
He should have posted hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Questing in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded game times;
And all our achievements have lighted players
The way to dusty social skills. Out, out, brief walkthroughs!
A complainer is but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the boards,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
