HAMLET!

Hamlet was truly a great man. He led a one man revolt against his own native land of Denmark. How cruel that he died with the same poison that killed that treacherous Claudius, noble Laertes, and naive Gertrude. How cruel that the nation must mourn the death of royalty, but praise the birth of a new legacy. Oh, Fortinbras, pray that you lead with the same vision as that of both Hamlets. How cruel that the sweet prince’s dying wish took away my escape of taking my own life. How cruel that I am the last remnant of the tragedy that has stripped me of a true best friend and homie.

Now I must tell the story that they cannot. For Denmark!

Horatio.

“If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart/ Absent thee from felicity a while, / And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain/ To tell my story.” (5.2.343-346)

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How can she be gone?! I loved her! Ooo…phelia! You were my boo. I’m sorry for those times I hurt you. Boo to your death! I think it’s about time I take destiny by the jewels and go for it. I’m on my way to fight with your brother. For some reason, I have a feeling this is where it ends… For whom? That I do not know.

“I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers/Could not with all their quantity of love/ Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?” (5.1.247-249)

I thought as a good gesture before I get shipped off to England, I would reveal the location of Polonius’ body. However, I couldn’t be Plain Hamlet, I had to be CRAZY Hamlet as everyone has grown accustomed to. Besides, it is pretty funny looking at everyone’s face.

On my way to getting captured by pirates, I bumped into Denmark’s old foe, Fortinbras. As I conversed with him, I saw myself and how I have not yet tasted the sweet dish of vengeance. I’ve decided to take more action. I look back and realized I’ve been lagging it WAY too much, Father would be ashamed. That’s why, I’ve decided to reverse Claudius’ plan, shake Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, and head back to Elsinore.

“…Oh, from this time forth, / My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!” (4.4.64-65)

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I wonder sometimes… what’s the point? Who would want to live in a world like this? It must be the women’s fault! Ophelia felt my wrath, unfortunately, but how can she think she can bait me with her father and devious Claudius listening?

It’s all good. At least I know the king has a guilty conscience. That shady weasel of a man got up and fled from his own thoughts in the middle of the play I arranged to probe his empty heart and dark mind. It’s a good thing the homie Horatio has my back because it got a little wild.

However, I ended up tracking that swine to a room. He was all alone… BUT I COULDN’T DO IT! Why? Maybe it’ll be easier if I get him red-handed.

Yet, the true questions remain unanswered. Am I as guilty as the king now? Am I on his level? Am I truly myself anymore or has all of this planning corrupted me? Regardless, I have to fix this. I can’t stand my mother being with a pathetic excuse for a man. Now I have to deal with Polonius corpse. Why couldn’t it have been Claudius?! I will fix this… after I return from England.

“… Let it work, / For ’tis the sport to have the engineer/ Hoist with his own petard. And ’t shall go hard, / But I will delve one yard below their mines, / And blow them at the moon…” (3.4.210-214)

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