The Capitol
You are a bill. The building is your path: hopper, referral, committee, report, rules, floor, the other chamber, conference, enrollment, and one desk upstairs. Doors stay locked until the procedure says they open, and every locked door tells you the real reason. Walk it in 3D or in text mode — same rooms, same sources, same lesson. On a phone, Full screen gives the building the whole display and one clearly labelled control gives it back; Third person steps the camera behind you. Both are camera settings — the walk, the doors and the days are identical either way.
Most runs end in committee. That is not the game being unfair — it is the game being accurate, and the ending says so with the real numbers. Start another bill knowing which door matters most.
You are on Bellhouse Street. An invented street in an invented town, resembling no real place: houses on one side, a laundromat and a fenced lot on the other, a storm drain at the low end, and one thing on this block that is not working. Nobody out here is a person from anywhere real — the neighbours are households and roles, the way every desk upstairs is a title. Whatever is wrong on this street is where the bill you will eventually carry into the building actually starts.
You are standing on Bellhouse Street with a problem and no bill. Walk with the arrow keys, WASD, or the on-screen pad; turn in quarter turns; read the stations you find; doors stay closed until the next real step has been taken. The street wing comes first — who is responsible, what the record shows, who will stand with you, which office answers — and its last door is the Capitol's own front step. Text mode, always available below, walks the identical building room by room with buttons. Moving spends calendar days, because in this process distance costs time.
Where this bill comes from
The storm drain at the low end of the street backs up in every heavy rain and the water stands in three front yards for a day and a half.
Who carries it: It lands on the households at the low end, and hardest on the ones renting, who hold no policy to claim on and cannot raise a floor they do not own.
How hard it lands on a block with thin to absorb it: 3.2 on the model’s own scale — MODELED — NOT SOURCED.
THE STREET BEFORE THE HOPPER. Founder, 2026-08-29: 'bills citizen life in full and then we'll do the rest as they're all offshoots of it.' The Capitol used to open on a bill that already existed; real life opens on a problem that nobody has written down yet. Everything in this block is invented — the street, the town, the households, the offices — and it is invented on purpose: a real address would make a claim about a real place, and every person here is a role or a title, never a name. What is NOT invented is every civic claim on the stations, each of which carries its own federal source.
The building is a model, the procedure is real. The street, the town, the households and the offices on the block are invented, and are invented on purpose: a real address would be a claim about a real place. No room here has the real chamber's shape, the calendar numbers are modeled — not measured — and the committee's dice are a stand-in for a scheduling decision a chair makes. What is real is the order of the rooms, the reason each door is locked, and the sources on every station, street stations included.
Nothing here is scored, saved or sent anywhere beyond this browser’s own arcade record. The building is a model; the procedure, the thresholds and every station’s source are real. No real person is named or depicted — the offices hold empty desks and nameplates by title only.