Friday, August 24, 1952

[df_citizen]

*A bright light finally shines right into strained optical nerves as the final straps are put into place. A toussled and thoroughly insulted Belle is on that table of doom. Guards are posted outside of the room that only has one spot light and finally two men robed in surgical gowns and masks walk in with clip boards. To make the area more intimidating, there are random lights illuminating tools of torture and surgery.*

Now, Miss Belle. Since it appears you aren't gifted with fine things like your fellow compatriots, how about we begin with you telling us about your friends with powers, hmmm?