After all Peter’s years of trying to avoid living in a metahuman project,
here he was, now voluntarily taking up residence in one. A small part of him 
welcomed the opportunity. Up ahead he saw ork and troll children playing in the 
street. They threw snowballs at one another, but also tackled their opponents 
and slammed them into the snow-covered asphalt. It looked marvelous to Peter. 
This might be heavy rough-housing for pure human children, but to the powerful, 
solid bodies of the metahuman children it was innocent fun. Pure human kids 
often got quite banged up when they tried to join in on the metahuman children’s
games. They simply couldn’t keep up, but that didn’t stop some people from
claiming that the metahuman youngsters were crude in their play.