**A ripped page on the desk of Consul Clarke**

[Dallas]

Out of Character for OOC:

This is an extract from Clarke's attempts to re-work Macbeth into Union propaganda

Enter S2 Officer 491 and S4 Section Leader 926


491: <:: So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

926: <:: How far is't call'd to the Nexus?

Enter three anti-citizens

What are these?
So wither'd and so wild in their non-UU attire,
That look not like the inhabitants o' the city,
And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught
That man may question? You seem to understand me,
By each at once her chappy finger laying
Upon her skinny lips: you should be citizens,
And yet your outward contraband forbid me to interpret
That you are so.

491: <::Speak, if you can: what are you?

1st Anti-Citizen: All hail, 491! hail to thee, Officer of Section 2!

2nd Anti-Citizen: All hail, 49102, hail to thee, Section Leader of Section 2!

3rd Anti-Citizen: All hail, 49102, thou shalt be Sectorial hereafter!

926: <:: Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear
Things that do sound so fair? I' the name of truth,
Are ye fantastical, or that indeed
Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner
You greet with present grace and great prediction
Of noble having and of high command hope,
That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not.
If you can look into the seeds of time,
And say which grain will grow and which will not,
Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear
Your favours nor your hate.

1st Anti-Citizen: Hail!

2nd Anti-Citizen: Hail!

3rd Anti-Citizen: Hail!

1st Anti-Citizen: Lesser than 491, and greater.

2nd Anti-Citizen: Not so happy, yet much happier.

3rd Anti-Citizen: Thou shalt get Sectorials, though thou be none:
So all hail, 491 and 926!

1st Anti-Citizen: 491 and 926, all hail!

The anti-citizens begin to run away

491: <::Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more:
By Sinel's death I know I am Officer of S2;
But how Section Leader? the Section Leader lives,
A prosperous unit; and to be SeC
Stands not within the prospect of belief,
No more than to be Section Leader. Say from whence
You owe this strange intelligence? or why
Upon this blasted heath you stop our way
With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you.

Anti-Citizens have gotten out of there and left stage


926: <:: The city hath bubbles, as the water has,
And these are of them. Whither are they vanish'd?

491: <::Into the air; and what seem'd corporal melted
As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd!

926: <::Were such things here as we do speak about?
Or have we eaten on the non-UU foodstuffs
That takes the reason prisoner?

491: <::Your officer shall be SeC.

926: <::You shall be SeC.

491: <::And Leader of Section my secton too: went it not so?

926: <::To the selfsame tune and words. Who's here?
 
Enter two 01s; 241 and 558

241: <::The SeC hath happily received, 491,
The news of thy success; and when he reads
Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,
His wonders and his praises do contend
Which should be thine or his: silenced with that,
In viewing o'er the rest o' the selfsame day,
He finds thee in the stout Resistance ranks,
Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make,
Strange images of death. As thick as hail
Came post with post; and every one did bear
Thy praises in his Union's great defence,
And pour'd them down before him.

558: <::We are sent
To give thee from our superior thanks;
Only to herald thee into his sight,
Not pay thee.

241: <::And, for an earnest of a greater honour,
He bade me, from him, call thee Leader of Section 2:
In which addition, hail, most worthy Leader 49102!
For it is thine.

926:<:: What, can the devil speak true?

491: <::The Section Leader lives: why do you dress me
In borrow'd robes?

588: <::Who was the SL lives yet;
But under heavy judgment bears that life
Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was combined
With those of resistance, or did line the rebel
With hidden help and vantage, or that with both
He labour'd in his Union's wreck, I know not;
But treasons level-one, confess'd and proved,
Have overthrown him.

491: <::[Aside] Officer, and Section Leader!
The greatest is behind.

To 241 and 588

<::Thanks for your pains.


The rest of the page is unfinished or scribbled away in frustration.

[YankeeSamurai]

I don't know whether to burst out laughing at how fucking ludicrous this whole thing is, or give you a standing ovation for taking the time and effort to HL2RP-ify Shakespeare.

[Doctor Nice roButt]

I just got done reading Macbeth in school, which makes this all the more awesome.
This deserves all the awards.

[Reimer]

It made me feel all warm and cozy inside.

[Dallas]

491 and an Oh-Three of S2 are in the Nexus, the SeC lies in stasis a few rooms away.

491: <:: Go bid thy oh-three, when my supplement is ready,
She strike upon the dispatch. Get thee to bed.

Exit 03
491 turns and heads to towards the stasis room, he stops suddenly, reaching out...

491: <:: Is this an AR2 which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.

491 clutches at the hallucination

491: <:: I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
An AR2 of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed mask?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I hold.

491 shakes his head slowly

491: <:: Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going;
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,
And on thy barrel and dudgeon gouts of blood,
Which was not so before. There's no such thing:
It is the bloody business which informs
Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one halfworld
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep; anti-citizens celebrates
Pale Slater's offerings, and wither'd murder,

491 darts his eyes frantically around

491: <:: Alarum'd by his sentinel, the Reaver,
Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace.
With Caps' ravishing strides, towards his design
Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set Union,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very floors prate of my whereabout,
And take the present horror from the time,
Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives:
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives--

The midnight dispatch alert activates, signalling curfew for the loyalists of the city.

491: <::I go, and it is done; the dispatch invites me.
Hear it not, Sectorial; for it is a knell
That summons thee to singularity or to hell.

491 can be seen exiting the stage. Snap blackout where the SeC's stasis pod is moved onto stage. 491 enters up-stage-left and sneaks up on the pod, AR2 ready. 491 stands in front of the pod, lifting the AR2 before firing once- the shot signals a snap blackout.

[Dixon]

I have also finished working on Macbeth in school. I like this very much but....One does not simply make Macbeth in HL2RP

[Dallas]

I have also finished working on Macbeth in school. I like this very much but....One does not simply make Macbeth in HL2RP

But I just simply did Macbeth-HL2RP. 

[Frolie [Jellykid]]

I like the idea of adapting classics, like MacBeth, into Half-Life oriented tales. This has actually given me a bit of an idea, come to think of it...

Anyway, more on topic. I would like to see more of these, but my main issue is keeping the oldie Shakespearean, language. I think it'd be cooler if you took the plot, and adapted it to a different setting with different, more modern diction. The way it's written above, while intriguing, can be found a bit silly.

Speaking of modern Shakespeare adaptations, check out these guys!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hYhguTD0Cx8 - Much Ado About Nothing (Shakespeare Retold)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hjw1HXjpYJw - MacBeth (Shakespeare Retold)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KvRpxPWgUPc - Taming the Shrew (Shakespeare Retold)

This little British theater company put a lot of these on TV, but I only managed to find these three, but somewhere, out in the internet ether, there's a fourth, Midsummer Night's Dream.