Achtung!
Acertain now, an abashed, absurd adept, cast alternately as both the assaulted and the assailer by the apathy of Fate. This appearance, no mere aesthetic affectation, is an aftertaste of autonomy, now abandoned, absent. However, this adventurous apparition of an antiquated aggravation stands anew, and shall avowedly tear asunder these accursed and acrid apes approving amorality and allowing the atrociously abhorrent and avid abuse of accord.
The only assurance is avengement; acrimony, held as anointed, not abortive, for the appositeness and assuredness of such shall one day absolve the assiduous and the accredited.
Assuredly, this applesauce of adverbs ain't too articulate, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me Araya.