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Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villian 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 vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.  The only verdict is vengence; 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

They claim the reason that they bind me is because I'm "dangerous." If that is the only reason, why bother? They already have me locked up. Torturous, unbearable silence surrounds me in my prison, paired with the impenetrable darkness that is the room's very walls; yet every day, at noon, they come, take me, torture me. I pray to the gods, to my ancestors-relieve me of this agony, this pain inflicted upon me! As you can guess, whoever might be reading this, I am not what you would call a "normal person." As a matter of fact, I don't think you would even give me THAT honor, that is, to be counted among the sentient. No, I am not human, nor was

My name is Ace Diamond, but most people nowadays call me "Spade." I don't know why, but they insist on mocking my name and my great...affection for cards, and anything to do with them. The cards define my life and will ultimately bring about my destruction. Whether I am destined for paradise or damnation, I shall not know until after I am dead. I lead a very strange life, as many would refer to it, however I choose to embrace peculiarities and mold them into something different or new. Take, for instance, my astounding mental capability. In 1859 (when I was born), my parents knew there was something strange about me. They could sense it, feel