Unutterably Silly Forum Game: Last person to post here wins!

[Cinisajoy]

Well you can stay up all night if you want to.

[5thWiggleWife]

Ahhh......Lab, sweet......

[Cinisajoy]

My win.

[drjd]

Morning win.

[Luffy]

My precious win.

[drjd]

I'll take care.

[pdurrant]

If you can keep your win when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all mice doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can lose and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being beaten, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too grand, nor talk too wise:

If you can win—and not make wins your master;

If you can post—and not make posts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the thread you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build it up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your posts long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: ‘Post on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Mods—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all mice count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of waltz by Strauss,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And—which is more—you’ll have the win, my mouse!

[JoHunt]

The win goes to anyone who reads all that

[pdurrant]

Posting again for the win.

[drjd]

Concise win.

[doubleshuffle]

Originally Posted by pdurrant

If you can keep your win when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all mice doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can lose and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being beaten, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too grand, nor talk too wise:

If you can win—and not make wins your master;

If you can post—and not make posts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the thread you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build it up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your posts long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: ‘Post on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Mods—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all mice count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of waltz by Strauss,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And—which is more—you’ll have the win, my mouse!

Originally Posted by JoHunt

The win goes to anyone who reads all that

tl;dr: The mouse and Jo both think they win. But they lose.

[5thWiggleWife]

I read it all and so I win.

[Luffy]

I win.

[5thWiggleWife]

I win.

[JoHunt]

Easy win.