Join Date: May 2013
Location: The salty spitoon
He wanted it to be a surprise, what would be the point in living if he told everyone everything, there'd be nothing to work towards, no goals or victories, no character created.
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death
Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow,
A poor player that strut's and fret's his hour upon the stage and is heard no more,
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. - Macbeth