A Game of Gods: A Multiversal Challenge:
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Somehow, Jorge-052 began to feel again. Ever so slowly, the SPARTAN-II pushed himself up, groaning. His eyes cracked open, and as his vision cleared, they opened wide in shock. This wasn't the Ardent Justice. He wasn't even on Reach anymore. Jorge was in an apartment that wouldn't be out of place in the early 21st century. He still had his Mark V MJOLNIR armor on, his Mark IV Grenadier helmet was set down on a desk nearby, and his M247H HMG was laying against the wall. Jorge was sitting on a bed that could somehow support his weight. "...What the hell?" He muttered as he got out of the bed. What happened to him? The last thing he remembered was the bomb starting to activate, and then his vision turned white. Was he dead? Was this the afterlife? What was going on? The Spartan needed to find out where he was. He took his helmet and put it on. It snapped and hissed as it sealed the inside off from the outside. When his Heads-Up Display popped up, Jorge was amazed to see that his armor was undamaged. He picked up his M247H and found that it was fully loaded. That was suspiciously convenient. At least he'd have the means to defend himself here. Holding his M247H in one hand, Jorge walked up to the door and opened it, stepping outside to find himself in a long hallway with multiple rooms. "A hotel...?" Then the others came out, and chaos ensued. Somehow, they missed the 7 foot tall supersoldier wearing bulky power armor. He just watched the commotion, utterly baffled. Who were these people?
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