Remember, remember the fifth of November. The gunpowder, treason and plot.

You hastily turn round, startled by the sound of the booming voice speaking out behind you. The man who belonged to the voice was standing up tall, his white mask gleaming in the moonlight - a strong contrast to the full black get-up he had on.

I come to speak before you this night. Now you may be wondering who I am.. but to ask a man in a mask who he is is quite a paradox, no? I don't really have what you call a name.. But you can call me V. Anyway, to the point. More than 400 years ago, a great English civilian wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more 
than words, they are perspectives. The actions of this man helped to teach everyone that they are the ones with the power, not their governments.

Today, I would like to remember this man. To remember his actions, and what he was trying to accomplish.

I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.

With that the man spins on his heels, his deep black cloak flowing impressively in the wind as he strides away.

Curiousity was killing me as to whether or not someone would post about this. Bravo.

Fayth listens and smiles as she hears the man speak

Well I bet you've been waiting a while for this day V.

I remember the fifth of November,

the gunpowder treason and plot. 

Tonight is your big moment V