Matt coughed, wondering why everyone in Shakespeare had to make things so complicated. A lot of these people's problems probably could've been solved if they were a little more direct. Hamlet really didn't have to pretend to be stupid and dick around with Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, did he? Everyt...

[Matthew Moradi: PREGAME START] Matthew paid an intense amount of attention, jotting down lines and lines of notes. It's not like he was that into Hamlet - or even Shakespeare, for that matter. Sure, he had influenced a lot of things. The English language, English literature, poetry.. he could appre...

Matt watched as the table became emptier than a Republican convention in California. "Yeah, dude. Nice to meet you and all but you're right. Dry sandwiches are the exact opposite of fun." Putting away his water and standing up from the table, Matt realized something. "See you around, ...

((iirc weasel can't SOTF at the moment so i'm gonna skip over them.)) Matt lifted his arm slightly and sniffed once or twice, wondering if it was true that you cant smell your own body odor. Eventually, he came to the conclusion that you can't and slowly put his arm back down. He sighed, going back ...

"Hey, man." he replied to Jeremy, more focused on the sandwich he was eating than him. Turkey on rye - one of the biggest mistakes he'd made all year. Mentally, he began flagellating himself for not putting any mayonnaise on it - what the hell is wrong with me, he thought, taking another b...

((hopefully i'm not breaking any rules by doing this)) ((Matthew Moradi continued from Imparare )) Matt hated it whenever he forgot to bring a lunch. The food at Cochise was - all offense intended to anyone who had worked there, past and present - shit, in his opinion. Maybe it was just an off day w...

((He was right where they had left him..)) It was kind of funny to him, now. The time they spent together. He tried to remember how long it was. No more than a few days - maybe four. It had only been two days since he had died and his corpse was already starting to rot. That, more than anything else...

He didn't have much of anything else to say. He had thanked them. He couldn't really think of them deserving a whole lot more. Unceremoniously, he walked over to Jerry's soon to be rotting corpse and started to go through what he had on him. Switchblade, broken, pipe, bent to all hell.. any food he ...

Matt just stood there. He was dazed, in a way - the person he'd spent the past, what, four days with, dead. Someone he really, by all means, trusted with his life. Dead. Two time killer Jerry fuckin' Fury, dead. And he felt relieved, really. He was getting ready to stab him. He knew that. He could s...

Depot. There was a working car on this fucking island, somehow. Hadn't it been abandoned for.. a while? Fuck, none of this made any sense to him. It figured that Jerry gets plowed by the only car on the god damn island. What a fitting way to go. There were a few people in the car. Three, it looked l...

Jerry - fucking asshole that he was - now seemed set on starting a fight. One that was potentially deadly. Alright, dickhead, Matt thought, I'll play by your hey is that a car? That is a car. A car. On the island. Where and how and why and OH FUCK Purely on instinct, Matt dove out of the way. Given ...

This was comical. Here Jerry was, trying to tell Matt - more himself, really - that he wasn't the dumb muscle. Jerry approached in an exaggerated, weird way. Repeating no and smiling. Matt, frankly, had no idea what to say to any of this. He was almost expecting Jerry to just agree with him that he ...

Alright, Jerry was starting to sound less like "valued meathead" and more like "uppity fuckstick." Matt didn't like that. Not one bit. Hey, maybe Jerry would forget that this gun was empty and feel threatened by it? No, too brazen. Not even Jerry's that big of a fucking idiot. Co...

((Matt Moradi continued from here.)) Another rotting corpse, shock and horror. Matt stood a reasonable distance away, covering his noise. It still wasn't enough. He could smell a few days worth of decomposition. He couldn't really figure out whose handiwork this was. He wasn't paying attention to wh...

There went Ben. Two people in the same day, Matt thought. Only hours apart. He wondered if this would make him some kind of target in the eyes of self-proclaimed do gooders. He watched Ben fall down the hill, sliding towards the ocean. He could only guess if the second fall or the pipe was what kill...