Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Dead? Really
Alright, so, Hamlet and Laertes are playing over here with their swords, and Laertes has the sharp, poisoned one (just as we planned). I have the poisoned drink next to me just in case Laertes can't get the job done. Well Hamlet ends up winning the first two duels and my wife, my queen, my dear Gertrude praises her son with a drink, and she drinks the freaken poison. I tried to warn her, but I couldn't without giving away my plot. So, there's the first person dead. All the while Laertes and Hamlet get serious about their fight after Laertes hits Hamlet with a cheap shot. Somehow they switch swords and Hamlet cuts Laertes with the poisoned sword. So now THEY are both going to die. THEN Laertes rats me out and here comes Hamlet, already furious for revenge, and stabs me with the poisoned sword. Then he forces the poison drink down my throat. I am now slain. Shortly after, Hamlet dies. So, just to catch up, Gertrude, Laertes, Hamlet, and ME are dead. Fortenbras comes into the scene and takes over the throne. All of this was because of me. I started Hamlet's insanity when I killed his father, the King, to take control. My selfishness has resulted in multiple deaths and the loss of Denmark, and in the end what for? For me dead. Come on, really?
Monday, November 2, 2009
The Troubles Keep Coming
Poor Ophelia has gone mad. She is constantly singing, and her antics are worthy of an asylum. The lose of Hamlet, her brother being in France, and now the murder of her father have all contributed to her insanity. Now she is dead. She has drowned. Bad things do come in clumps, like enemy spies, but all at once like an army. I found out this information out during my little chat with Laertes, and boy he didn't take it to well. He first came home furious with his fathers death, threatening my own life. O but do I have a way with words ;) I calmly told him the situation and persuasively explained to him that the best thing to do is kill Hamlet. O how this has worked out for me :). Hamlet comes home instead of going to England, where I was going to have him murdered, and here's Laertes pissed off that Hamlet killed his father and wants revenge. We planned that they will duel and Laertes will use a sharp sword. If he doesn't kill him that way, we will poison the tip so that a scratch will kill him. If those two plans don't work, they will take a break and I will bring him a poisoned drink. One way or another Hamlet is going to be dead. Laertes kills him. I don't do it. I'm not guilty. I can go to sleep without worrying about waking up with a knife in my chest from of my nephew-son. All is good.
Polonius is Dead
Hamlet has killed my friend Polonius. I would have been the one dead if I was there. It's my fault for not controlling this mad man. I kept his condition secret and allowed it to grow worse and worse. He will be shipped off IMMEDIATELY!!!! I told his friends to go find Hamlet and the body, while Gertrude and I go and talk to close friends about what we plan on doing and what has been done. Hopefully this is just slander. Hamlet really has taken it to the next level. What if I am next? Is he going to come after me? This is it. I cannot live with this constant worry of him possibly killing me. I will have to come up with a plan to get rid of him. Sure I can send him to England, but when he comes back I could still be the target. So, I wrote a letter to the King of England instructing him to kill Hamlet. He has to do it, and in doing so my stress will be realieved. I will never be happy unless his is slain.
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