Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
People translate V's introduction to words that we can understand:
OMG look at me! Sweetheart, I may look like the evil guy. After totally pwning those dude earlier, I’m not just some weirdo wearin’ some mask. I am the face of freedom, Which is like, totally fucked up at the moment. However, I’m not only resembling some dead guy. I’m so excited! I plan to kill some evil people. So REALLY evil people. Some really evil POLITICAL people.
Therefore, I shall get revenge! Revenge = Vendetta. I’ll do it for everyone, not to brag about my awesomeness. It’s for the good people damnit!
Just so you know, I don’t always talk like this (I’m just trying to impress ya!) So in words which your ignorant brain can understand. I like you. We’re on a first name basis now. Call me V.
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