R for Rad

My writing prompt today was to describe your name and who you are using only words that begin with the first letter of your name (except for filler words), just like the famous speech in V for Vendetta.

In response to this request, I am required to recite, rather ruefully a regrettably rile-some recant of recent and retired events which have relevantly renewed, replenished and reshaped this rapscallion rouge before you. Raised in a remote region, rich with red dirt and rivers recessed in rocky ravines, I rapidly learned to respect the reserved retreat of the retired retainers all relocated to the resort where I was reared. Reaching adulthood, I relocated. Ripe with resilience, I readily refined a reticence of responsibility and began to roam the rubble rimmed road of life. In reflection, it was the resigned rabble I remember re-forging my recognition of the seemingly righteous who rule by roat without regard to the republic that respects them as royals. Thus I revile those rough hearted rulers that rudder the world down the river of time away from reveille and towards ruin. Long since have I resigned myself to remove those remiss reasoners who rejoice in our rapture from purpose and right. My resolution and perhaps the only recourse is revolution. We must all reason to re-claim and re-direct the route of our lives and rain down upon our repressors not with revenge but still rigidly wash away in the runnels of time, any and all resistance raised against purpose. It is by resin of royal right that I reclaim what has been reserved in blood and re-title myself, King. Though, those who recall remember me less refined and renowned and retain the name of my birth but you may call me R.