Age
27
Height
6'
Job
None

Birthdate
October 13th
Birthplace
Unknown
Weapon
Gun



Even heaven is hell without you

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You know i'm straight doin' your mom!!!

If you look for it you will never find it.Just relax and you will find it eventually =]

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 bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding 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." -- V's introduction to Evey (In simpler words) Behold! Before you is a humble stage performer, cast, against his will, by the whims of fate, to the roles of both victim and villain. The face you see now is not just some meaningless costume. It is a remnant of the People's Voice, which has since gone and disappeared. However, this past annoyance stands courageously reborn and has sworn to conquer the evil and corrupt, who promote greed and the violent suppression of free will. The only choice is vengeance; a personal war held as a promise, but not in vain, for the importance and self-evidence of this quest shall one day exonerate the watchful and the righteous. But in truth, this thick soup of words has become too excessive. So, let me simply finish by saying that it's my very good honor to meet you, and you may call me V¡nçĕnt

"Look at your score, now back at mine. Now back at your score, now back at mine - sadly, your score is not mine. But it could look like mine, if you knew how to play. Let go of tab, press tab, where are you? You're on the scoreboard, with the score your score could look like. Look at your name, now mine, I have it; the score with the ratio you'd love. Look again, the ratio is now irrational! Anything is possible when you learn to play instead of randomly hitting buttons. I'm on a killstreak"

The bass was so heavy my rubix cube fell off my desk and completed itself, neighbors called the police and they got arrested, my windows broke and had to buy a mac, my cat barked ʇxǝʇ ʎɯ oʇ sıɥʇ pıp doɹp ssɐq ǝɥʇ I have to change my pants, made -- people miss the like button, mom walked in and I switched to porn, it became my neighbors favorite song, hitler got his gas bill , my water turned into wine, and I want M0:00RE.---DUPSTEP