As you stand at a door somewhere at the heart of the G.i.B HQ, you notice a key-card must be inserted in order to unlock it.
Your ID card should serve the purpose..
As you enter, you are englufed by what seems like an ordinary locker-room.
You are Greeted by an old sign :
"ARMORY"
The entire vicinity smells like a horrible mixture of gun powder and old cabbage.
Horrible light red lights are the only source of light in the room...
You notice that each wall is lined with dark green lockers, labeled at the top with the corresponding agent's name.
On the far end of the room lies a vast corridor ( literarly, it seems to go on for miles) on which is home to vast amounts of storage racks
These racks contain what seems like every single weapon known to man
( and some man is lucky enough to never lay eyes on)
Swords, Maces, Ak-47's, Gravity displacers, rubber chicken launchers.
You name it, the Armory most likely has it.
a small, rather dusty and ignored sign hangs off of each weapon.
They read:
In order to wield this weapon, you must fill out the neccesary paper work.
NO DOCUMENTATION=NO WEAPON=NO LIFE
G.I.B.
Gaians in Black: Your first, last, and only line of defense.
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