We shall go on to the end;
we shall fight in France;
we shall fight on the seas and oceans;
we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our Island, whatever the cost may be;
we shall fight on the beaches;
we shall fight on the landing grounds;
we shall fight in the fields and in the streets;
we shall fight in the hills;
we shall never surrender, and even if, which I do not for a moment believe, this Island or a large part of it were subjugated and starving, then our Empire beyond the seas, armed and guarded by the British Fleet, would carry on the struggle, until, in God’s good time, the New World, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of the old
we shall fight in France;
we shall fight on the seas and oceans;
we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our Island, whatever the cost may be;
we shall fight on the beaches;
we shall fight on the landing grounds;
we shall fight in the fields and in the streets;
we shall fight in the hills;
we shall never surrender, and even if, which I do not for a moment believe, this Island or a large part of it were subjugated and starving, then our Empire beyond the seas, armed and guarded by the British Fleet, would carry on the struggle, until, in God’s good time, the New World, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of the old
This, as you are certain to know already, is the speech of Winston Churchill that roused Britain to defend herself against the Nazis in World War Two.
Like Winston Churchill, I too am a sufferer of bipolar disorder, swinging from staggering confidence and elation to shattering lows.
But this speech sums up how I feel tonight after I realized the purpose of my life now, which is to live for fun.
See this hobby, which was born here in Britain, and the fun we have with it, is our Island. And we must fight to defend it.
Living for fun is what I am here to do, and what could be more fun than starting a miniatures company that slays the giant, Games Workshop, once and for all?
That feeds creativity instead of stifling it?
That rewards the talent that founds it instead of driving it off?
That playtests the f*cking rules?
I haven't got the talent to achieve it alone, but I have the vision and the belief, and the time and 100hr insomniac working week to make it happen.
Here on Coominiornot, we have the talent to make the greatest art the industry has ever seen.
We have creative friends who are even now writing comics and stories; humour; satire; role play, that show a talent that will blossom with backing.
We have a little cynicism; but we can work on that
I know that we can all be part of something magnificent; something sublime and fun. Something that'll last forever, or until the robots of the apocalypse are irradiate us all and repopulate the earth from clones.
I know that if we stand together, and collect our talent, in the space of a few years we will be standing over the ashes of Games Workshop, with out own great company. A company that is what it should be:
ethical
inspired
creative
communal
and did I mention:
METAL AS F*CK
This is where it starts brothers.
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