This is not a role-play, this is such something for the future to refer back to.

FRIDAY | MAY 4, 2012 | 7:89 PM

Senator Herald Preach appeared on television, particularly at McCormick Place in front of a large crowd, a male of pale skin and copper hair. His lips were a bit small on his face, and he wasn’t quite handsome in the traditional sense either, but even a man with a lanky build and unimpressed eyes could radiate power, and not the kind that needed a cape. He wore a suit as would be expected of a politician, and retained an expression of unprecedented conviction when he spoke. Whether they agreed or disagreed, the crowd was silent and watchful. Senator Preach knew what he needed to say.

He pressed his closed fist firmly atop the podium, and said with certainty, “It’s no coincidence that the sudden return of superheroes—or should I say costumed vigilantes—occurred just before the recent wave of super-criminals.” He slid both arms to the edges of the podium, grasping them. “It doesn’t take much brilliance to recognize the concept of challenge; the mere presence of these heroes welcomes and indirectly encourages otherwise dormant criminals to come forward. In the last two months alone, five banks have been robbed, two of which were destroyed, a museum left as nothing more than rubble, a school stadium terrorized, and a prison transport intercepted by means of corruption. 157 people dead and gone in three months,”—he spread his arms out and then lowered them again—“three months.” He looked down and sighed, almost disappointed that he had to address that, before raising his head and gazing left to right at his audience. “We’ve seen this all before, in an era that was more often remembered for heroics than its death toll. How many more civilians must die because civilians—who aren’t even legal enforcers—decide to take actions into their own hands? If we cannot rely on our government alone to protect us in the face of a superhuman menace, who can we trust? What are we to do?” It seemed to stir up the crowd, which meant he was leading them in the right direction. “That’s why I am proposing a bill to register all superhumans. You may wonder why, and I’ll tell you why: superhumans are dangerous. At some point when our caped heroes came to rescue us, we forgot to stop and think about what they could do. We have people can level buildings with a wave of their hand, yet we still have the gall to crack down on certain firearms as if they even compare to that destructive potential. I say enough is enough. If these people truly care for the well-being of the everyday American, they will step forward and submit to the laws of the United States just like everyone else. Like we do for our democracy, we must regulate power, all power.” After taking a breath, he made his closing words. “I will not be answering questions tonight, but thank you for your time and goodnight,” he said, before disappearing from the screen.