If you're not careful and no-clip out of reality in wrong areas, you'll end up in the Backrooms, where it's nothing but the stink of moist carpet, the madness of mono-yellow, and endless background noise of fluorescent lights at maximum hum-buzz, and approximately six hundred million square miles of randomly segmented empty rooms to be trapped in. God save you if you hear something wandering around nearby, because it sure as hell has heard you…
<aside> 💡 Did you know, canonically, the backrooms kind of CHOOSES who enters? Not all wanderers are ‘chosen’ though.
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SCRIPT BY: AEOLIAN_SHIFTS
“Shit… my head..” A throbbing headache dulls my vision. I could’ve sworn I was in a forest… Last I remember, I opened a suspiciously clean journal that laid almost purposely on the ground. The contents… it was strange.
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