Noobic Congress

Gravemarch 12, 1950. Location: Noobic Congress. Weather: Snowstorm, heavy winds, light hail.

Your steps on the sidewalk as the snow that accumulated there thickened, rising up to your shins, whilst your eyebrows and lashes became wet and bundled up into quickly freezing bundles of ice. This snowstorm was one of the most unforgiving ones in recorded Noobic history, sweeping over regions as far as Naramo. Through the dense snowstorm however-- you finally find your new workplace. The Noobic Congress building. It's granite pillars and shining spotlights pointed at two statues showcasing one Noobic soldier each, casting long shadows behind them, with one giving a stern salute, the other an officer with his left hand behind his back, while his right hand clutched his cap against his chest. Both statues were caked in the same snow that accumulated over the past six hours. Each ball of hail hitting them like paintballs of frozen water. You stood at the front gate now, showing one of the heavily armed guards your newly made ID, officially stamped by the 2nd Noobic Intelligence Agency. They let you through with a grunt, opening the front gate with a low groan, the reinforced steel shrugging off bits of hail, each one chipping off the black paint piece by piece. Now, you rushed to the entrance as fast as possible, going up the front stairs as the automatic doors opened with a soft beep. Once inside, the grueling snowstorm and hail outside was deafened by the low hum of high-capacity heaters, slowly melting the ice that accumulated on your face. The interior of the Noobic congress was surrounded by dull grey reinforced concrete walls, the red carpet under your feet now damp from the snow and ice dripping off of you.