Until Vid returns, I'm going to enter my high score initials as VID at every show.
I envision someone tapping me on the shoulder afterwards. He leans forward to implore in hushed tones, the scent of PBR and Van Camp's Beanee Weenees on his breath, "Who is Vid1900?"
"He was Vid 1900. And he was my father, and my mother, my brother, my friend. He was you and me. He was all of us."
Then producing my Tall Man mask, I boldly stride out of the convention room and toward the nearest Aldi, surrounded by hundreds of my masked compatriots.