August 26, 1952
[[Sorry this is a little late, had school issues in the morning.]]
*A bright light finally shines right into strained optical nerves as the final straps are put into place. A severely beaten down Auron 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.*
Are you comfortable with the straps on that tightly?
*A bright light finally shines right into strained optical nerves as the final straps are put into place. A severely beaten down Auron 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.*
Are you comfortable with the straps on that tightly?