Brin was treated to the sight of four familiar faces. Of course they were all familiar since all the faces were his. Though whether or not he could say that the Child still wore his face was debatable–he looked like Mark had, and Brin was identifying with that man less and less as time went on.He was glad to see them all again, but at the same time, he couldn’t exactly say he missed them. They were all him, after all. Even the Scarred One would never speak an opinion that didn’t already exist somewhere in Brin’s heart.The landscape was strange and shifting, almost shadowy, but that was the only resemblance to his previous Class Selection. He could tell at once that this would be no epic battle. This was to be a peaceful and contemplative experience.They were all sitting on Bog Standard chairs around a large table covered by mounds and mounds of Lego blocks. Little Mark would’ve killed to have this many to play with as a kid. Actually, Brin right now would be pretty excited about this if he had it in real life. He could just picture Hogg’s expression when Brin told him that all thoughts of Classes and levels were going to be put on hold while Brin played with little plastic blocks.The Scarred One was there, looking as lean and feral as always. He wasn’t really building anything. Instead, he was just digging through and adding all the interesting and weird shaped pieces and adding it to a flat platform that had a few random figurines stabbing each other.The Illusionist was there, a man looking like Brin in his mid-twenties. He was in a tightly cut black suit, wore a goatee, and was making a Ferris wheel. It was much larger than the other builds, and very technically impressive, but also simple in its geometry.The Glasser was building a house. It was the first build anyone ever did as a kid, but there were all sorts of interesting little details like the way he used side pieces to manage textures on the walls and the way (...)