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You find yourself in a place.

This place, in fact, is somehow, inexplicably, a reflection of your own mind.

There are a few doors scattered around. They don't belong—they are styled to belong to other places. Stepping through the doors lets you visit the places like this that belong to the people you know.

What do you do?

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"There's nothing to see here."

"I disagree."

"Then tell me what you want. So we can get it to you and you can leave."

Little John is about as friendly as Big John, Samus.

"We could start off with what this training exercise entails. I'm curious to what you kids are doing."

"We're not kids, Ma'am."

Oh hey, Samus. Have another Spartan. Sam's done hanging back in the woods.

"And it's paintball."

John looks at him, Sam looks back, John lets it stand and just nods curtly.

Samus could argue that fact, but she knew it was kind of useless. It'd be like trying to convince her own 14 year old self that she was still a kid, and, well, that'd definitely be an accomplishment. There was no changing their minds once they decided on how to identify themselves even if they were still just powerful children.

"Paintball, hmm. We never got to do that in my training exercises. I distinctly remember hordes of robots and energy guns. No paint." Ah, nostalgia.

"We play paintball when we have some downtime."

That's John again. He folds his arms. He's looking forward to when Chief shows up and they can get back to the game. He wanted to win!

"I see. Well, it's nice to have fun I suppose."

Her downtime was spent doing space pirate observations. Totally not bitter about that, nope.

Chief arrives about now.

The young Spartans all step back a little bit as he comes in.

"Samus," he says.

"She's trespassing, sir," his younger self reports.

"Noted."

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