I would like to thank all of you - you know who you are.

Machina, seeming to admit that you don't know all?

Ah, it must be in the spirit of the season.

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I'm Warren J. Verona. I guess now is a good a time as any to let everyone know. Everyone knows me as 'Revenant', but I'll no longer be using that name, now or hopefully ever again.

Revenant is buried. The day I left the Knights I dormed and since that day I promised myself I'd never again walk as Revenant. I'm a normal guy now, just like any Joe on the street, save that I have a chance to actually do something with my life as a baseline.

I have a wonderful woman at home and a life that is becoming more and more normal with each passing day. That's what my life was missing I guess: normalcy.

At any rate, I suppose this is my Christmas present to the world, no more Revenant.

Now that Wakinyan's dead, there's a vacuum of self-flagellating drama sluts in the world of tin gods, and it looks like I was candidate numero uno to step in and close the gap.

Since I'm not a rapist psychopath who grapples with immaturity and fabricated inner demons, though, I figured it'd be a fun twist if instead I decided to totally ignore who I am and pretend that by turning my back on my life it'll vanish as though life itself were some easily-denied grown-up game of peek-a-boo writ large. I have it on authority from several Hollywood films that former tough guys trying to make a fresh start and putting their violent days behind them is a virtually foolproof plan that always works, because usually the past doesn't come back to haunt you or anything like that.

Anyway, this sophistry will go on until I get bored and realize that having all my powers is "FUCKIN' AWESOME!" or until cracks start to form in the high-school-Ceramics-I-class bong of a life I've built for myself, at which point I'll realize what a whiny cunt I'm being and will spend the next few months being mocked by Machina for being such a pretentious fucking twat.