Dont ownem, just playin around.
V
So, you think Im mad do you? Insane, maybe. Crazey, possibly.
But mad? Never, Im as sane as you. Or at least, as sane as you think you are.
Have you ever heard the poem "Remember, Remember, the Fifth of November"? Its about Guy Fawkes, the man who tried to blow up the British parlermint a few hundred years ago. The first part goes, "Remember, Remember, the fifth of november, the gunpowder treason and plot, I know of no reason why gunpowder treason should ever be forgot."
You say I am sane, I say I am insane. Thay say I am insane, I say I am sane. You say I am a person, Thay say I am a monster. I say I am an ideal.
What I am doing will change the world. Well, at least England. I am not to shore about the rest of the planet, but Im shore thay will be fine.
And wile you have been sitting thare Doctor, reading this letter, a drug, or rather possian, has been absorbing into your skin.
So, as your vison blers, and you struggle to finish reading this. I want you to think back to Larkhill detenshen centor, and remember the fifth of novenber, the day Larkhill, fell to Its fire-e remanes. And remember me, the man in room 5. Or should I say, room V.
Thay think I wont win. But we both know better, dont we Doctor.
And so, I bid you a painless death, and a good night.
Ever yours Doctor. Larkhill, Victor Fawkes, "V".