Maskposting

My son
The day you were born, the very alleys of Edge City whispered the name… Avery.
Remember, our line has always boogied in a manner both very nice and full of spice,
and I know you will show no restraint when exercising your great power.
But the truest victory, my son, is chick chicky booming the hearts of your people.
I tell you this, for when somebody finally stops me…
You shall be…the Mask.