As you leave the Main Hall, you are challanged by a burly guard wearing armour made of overlapping dragon scales. From the size of the scales, you realize that they could only have come from the Red Planet.
He speaks—"The Martians are looking for a few good men. Be all that you can be. Join us."
You accept his challenge, and follow him to an odd shimmery area where your eyes waver and can't quite make out what lies beyond. Light seems to bend.
The Martian turns toward you and says—"Remember to pick your friends well. You'll meet two groups: the Green Meanies and the Rowdy Reds. You must choose between them. Your choice will guide your destiny through your stay."
He continues—"And whatever decisions you make, make them fast! Mars waits for no man."
He pushes you into the shimmering field. Your guts twist within you and then...
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