No one escapes their past. No one escapes, Judgement.

Who are you?

Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask.

Well I can see that.

Off course you can. I am not questioning your powers of observation. I am merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man, who he is.

But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lue of the more common place subrece, to suggest the character, of this dramatise persona.

Voila! In view a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain. By the vissitutes of fait, this visage - no mere veneer of vanity - is a vestige of the vox populy now vic, too vanished. However; this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish this venal and virulent vermin vangaurding vice and vouch saving the violently vicious and veracious violation of volition.

The only verdict; is vengeance. A vendetta held as a votive not in vain, for the value and voracity of such shall one day vindicate the vidulent and the virtuous.

Verily this vicious swas of verbious veers most verbose. So let me simply add that it is my very good honour to meet you and you may call me E.