Wretched Wiseacre Warden of the Wesker children, I intend to Wring the neck of the Worthless Wormery
that has Wrought such Worsement Within the Wen from Whence I came.
With much Wayment, and Without promise of Warison, I hereby Warray humanity's Wrongdoings.

I am Wesker.

(Made it myself. Judgements? Appreciation? Criticism?)

Ah, that is from when he kills Spencer, was it not?

Quite a riddle.