It's my wife's fault.

Dear Readers,
     Hell kinda sucks. I am currently in the Ninth Circle of hell in the icy waters with Satan. For my betrayal of King Duncan and Banquo, I have been sentenced to the worst fate in Hell besides being in Satan's mouth like Judas. I will be stuck here forever, unable to escape this eternal torment, besides to blog every once in a while, but the thing is, my hands are cold, giving me the worst punishment of typing slowly and painfully with frostbite fingers. I have had time to reflect, and after a lot of thought, it still isn't my fault. I only listened to four women,the witch and the three weird sisters. If only I was not so easily swayed. I must go, for Satan calls for me again. This is Macbeth signing off, good day.
-JW

"You should have gone for the head" *Decapitates Macbeth*

Dear Readers,
       I have been slain. The three witches gave me prophecies of glory, only to ensure my fall. When the traitors attacked my castle, I was able to survive the majority of the assault, even killing Young Siward. But, just as the witches predicted, I fought Macduff, and he was born of a woman, instead being a C section. I fought until the end, but it was in vain as Macduff was able to beat me, and I was forsaken by the three witches. Now that Malcolm is king, Scotland shall fall into disorder, he will never live up to my legacy as king. I should be on that throne, and my descendants should have followed me. Either way, I must atone for my mistakes and ambition.
-JW

Who can stop me?

Dear readers,
   I have fortified my castle at Dunsinane in preparation for the attack from England. I cannot die, but my wife and servants may die, thus I must protect my household. I was told by the witches to fear Macduff, but since he is a man like any of us, he cannot hurt me. In addition, Birnam wood has yet to move an inch, the apparent signal of my demise. Unless those witches move an entire forest and resurrect some supernatural non human being, I have no fear for my life or my throne. That said, I do fear for the sanity of my wife as we have grown extremely distant recently, and she seems to be having trouble suppressing her inner guilt. I hope she is able to overcome her weakness and come back to me as the wife I knew. In the end, I will hold on to the throne until the end of my days, but if the witch is right, I will sire no children, meaning there may be more issues ahead. For now, I will focus on killing the traitors Macduff and Malcolm.
-JW

"Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy My brothers."

Dear Readers,

The weird sisters have given me more prophecies about my future. At this
point, I am invincible unless Hercules himself returns to depose me from my throne. No man will ever defeat me, and an entire forest must move to signal the end of my reign. Unfortunately, I was still told that no child of mine will carry on the scepter, but those hags cannot predict everything. I will sire a child and heir to take the throne. However, they did warn me of MacDuff, so I chose to take action. It is sad that I had to commit this act of evil towards his family, but it was needed to be done to ensure my dynasty's survival. Now I will turn my sights towards England because of their protection of the traitors. If it comes to war, so be it. I will sacrifice the lives of hundreds of Scottish men to keep my throne, as it is rightly mine by ambition.
If you appose me, you will not survive.

-JW

I will do what I must.

Dear Readers,

Banquo is dead. As I was informed of this, we held a banquet to celebrate my kingship. Before I could sit down however, Banquo's ghost appeared in my chair, holding my spot. I chose to yell at him to move, but to my surprise, no other person could see him. Eventually he left and after my wife was able to calm down the guests, I moved again to take my seat. Yet, once again, the ghost appeared. I could only attempt to coerce the ghost away from my throne, but he did not listen. In the end, the guests were forced to leave and I retired to my chamber with my wife after a short discussion.

I fear the rumors that I have been hearing of Macduff and Malcolm in England. It is a possibility that they will attempt to steal the crown from me after I so rightfully took it out of my own ambition. I may have to take dire measures and start a war in order to protect my crown, and I will do so if it means I can pass my power onto my own sons. My strength to hold onto the Scottish throne is as strong as steel, nobody will hold power besides my lineage. Either way, the future shall tell.
 -JW

"Who wear our health but sickly in his life, which in his death were perfect."

Dear Readers,
I am the newly crowned king. With becoming king however, there are always power struggles. I am not sure whether I did the right thing killing Duncan, but the past is the past and I must retain my hold on the kingdom. It seems that certain close allies are plotting against me, I see it in their eyes. As I said, "To be thus is nothing, But to be safely thus." (3,1,48) I must now do everything in my power to stay king, and I shall bear a line of kings, damned what the witches say.
-JW

Murder On My Mind

Dear Readers,

My ambitions have led me to the path predicted by the three witches. I am on my way to Scone to take the crown, one which has no right on my head. I have committed heinous crimes, and hid the blood from the eyes of the people. Luckily, the two sons of Duncan left Scotland and have received the majority of the fault for the death of Duncan, but I fear that some people still hold suspicion. I may have to take matters into my own hands to keep hold of the crown, but for now I seem uncontested in the bid for ultimate power. We will see what the future has in store.
-JW