Unable to sleep, and bored with staring at the ceiling, the young Dane decided to take a midnight stroll along the boardwalk. Perhaps some fresh air might help ease his mind, if nothing else.

Perhaps a return to Elsinore was in order. His melancholy was still evident, however he felt he had been away too long. Having packed his bags and left them with the hotel concierge, he set out to find 𝑬𝒓𝒊𝒌 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒏—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕻𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖒.

'Tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed. Things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.

To be, or not to be...

I could be bounded in a nutshell , yet count myself king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.

Do you remember when you joined X? I do! #MyXAnniversary

Hamlet. New character. Not new to RP or Shakespeare. Occasionally tweets in Iambic pentameter. 21+

O, that this too too sullied flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew, Or that the Everlasting had not fixed His canon 'gainst self-slaughter!

“Oh, that this too too sullied flesh would melt!”

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.

(4am. Wide awake. Back on the job hunt.)

Happy birthday to me.. happy birthday to me.. happy birthday to meeeee.. happy birthday to me!