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I have been informed that I must make use of this thing if I am to be released. Something about getting to know my peers before I am flung out of here on my behind. (Moria's words, not mine) Since I am about to start climbing the walls in boredom, I have agreed.

I have also been informed that people do not know the reason I am here, and that if I wish it to stay a secret it will remain so. I can just be another one of the students who woke up in a hospital bed. (Something that worries me a little) Attractive as that option is, I hate secrets, almost as much as I hate pity.

So, who am I? My name is Julio Richter, and last week I destroyed San Diego.

Mucho gusto.