To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether ‘tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep
No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks
That Flesh is heir to? ‘Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come…
WWI!England. I’ve been listening to Heroic-Plight’s amazing song "Heroes Don’t Tread Here" nonstop all day, and it’s about time I did some art…it was supposed to be a brief sketch but I got carried away, haha.
The ghostly green is sort of supposed to represent the poison gas??? I think Arthur is having a weird dream here.