Welcome! Within sight, a humble yet well-worn wisecracker, wheeled out as both wonder and workaday by the winds of fate. My wardrobe, no mere whimsical window-dressing, is what remains of the world's will, now wretched, washed out. However, this winning walk-on, once weary, stands awakened, and now wishes to wipe out these wanton and woeful worms who ward the worthless and watch out for the wild and wicked and their willful wearing away of free will.
What's warranted is wrath; a war, wielded as a weapon, without mercy, for the weight and worthiness of such shall one day win over the wary and the wise.
But wait! This whirlygig of wordiness wanders toward waffling, so let me simply add that it's most wonderful to meet you and you may call me W.