Gentle Matt Vader A Short Story by Mr Pseudonym Dick Sparkle looked at the stripy map in his hands and felt active. He walked over to the window and reflected on his snooty surroundings. He had always loved sunny Cape Town with its creepy, calm cliffs. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel active. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Matt Vader. Matt was a gentle deity with ginger moles and solid toenails.