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SURVIVAL DIFFICULTY:
Class deadzone
- A Fate Worse Than Death
- The Risk of Soul Corruption
- Definitely No Exit
Where am I?
Ahh, man, I don’t even know where to start. Anyway, let’s begin with the introduction. You ended up here while wandering the streets as an unemployed and undocumented Mexican hippie in your twenties. Years ago, you arrived at this massive complex. Along the way, you fought many entities on many levels.
Moreover, you discovered a M.E.G. base and managed to get a job there. You worked here for a long time, helping people. You helped so much that… you saved a little girl on the 27th floor of Level 22 from some perverted men. You saved the 55-member Epsilon team from a monster invasion on Level 283. Just a week after that rescue, you also saved a small M.E.G. Alpha research team.
As a true hero, you were assigned to Level 4, and thanks to your kindness, you rose all the way to Vice President of the Council. Now, the M.E.G. Omega Council is giving you one last mission before presidency, one final research task. Life is great, isn’t it? You’re just going on a one-week mission, and when you return, you’ll take your place as the M.E.G. Omega President. Who would say no to that…
After a 20-hour journey, you decide to rest. Your teammates start snoring almost immediately, but you can’t fall asleep. As you blink, a window appears in front of you. It points at you with its index finger, calling you. It spreads its arms wide as if trying to pull your soul in.
You try to look away, but you can’t. You attempt to wake your teammates, but none of them stir, as if they’re in some deep, enchanted sleep. You know you shouldn’t go, but you can’t stop yourself. Cold sweat drips down your face, your body trembles. Because you know exactly what will happen if you step inside.
You stand up and begin walking toward it. But wait, it’s not that easy! Memories of your past flood your mind, especially your heroic deeds… You remember the little girl you saved, the Epsilon team. A surge of hope and joy fills you. With newfound determination, you’re just about to take a step back…
Then, you feel something on your backside. A kick. Probably a boot, shoving you forward.
The entity in the window wastes no time. It seizes you with its cold hands and pulls you in. Just before you fall inside, you hear a voice, eerily human-like:
@) See you later, hero. I didn't want it to end like this…
—The last sound you hear before everything goes dark…
You begin to fall into an endless, infinite void of darkness. The silence is heavy, and the only
sound you hear is the racing of your own heartbeat. Faster and faster, you plummet, the wind
rushing past your face. Panic rises in your chest as you realize there’s no stopping.
You curse the moment you stepped through that window, the choice that brought you here. You keep
falling for what feels like an eternity.
hen, far below, you see a small light. At first, it’s barely there—a tiny speck in the vast
arkness. But as you continue to fall, the light grows larger, brighter. It burns like fire,
ushing back the surrounding shadows.
The closer you get, the stronger the light becomes. Your heart pounds. You scream, but no one
hears you. You reach out, hoping to grab onto something—anything—to stop yourself.
But it’s too late.
The light engulfs you, and now, your fate is beyond your control.
First Day
Where am I?
You suddenly hit the ground.
Your body is in pain, but you're still in shock.
Who would throw someone like you—someone who has never harmed anyone—out of a window?
Your hands and legs tremble with rage. You're so furious that you don't even bother to look up at where you fell from.
After about five minutes, as your anger fades, you stand up to figure out what just happened. Your emergency training from M.E.G. comes to mind, especially the CLIPP protocol. First, you check yourself for injuries. Luckily, the soft grass broke your fall, so you're not hurt.
As you look around, you see a vast forest stretching in every direction. Thick trees covered in moss and vines surround you. It looks like a dense and mysterious rainforest. Above, the full moon peeks through the clouds, casting a pale glow on the wet leaves. The air is cool, and the rain falls steadily, dripping from the branches and soaking the ground. But other than the rain, everything is silent. No birds, no insects. Nothing.
The eerie emptiness sends a chill down your spine.
You take a deep breath and try to pull yourself together. Opening the MEG database, you search for jungle-themed levels: Level 14, 39, 47, 62, 65… But none of them match what you see. Your chest tightens. Maybe this is an unexplored level. The thought makes your stomach knot because you never wanted to be the first to discover a new place.
Pushing aside your fear, you start looking for shelter. A large nearby tree with thick branches seems like it could block some of the rain. You walk toward it and open your bag. Taking out a blanket, you spread it on the damp ground. Lying down, you close your eyes and listen to the rhythmic sound of raindrops. This forest feels strange, almost unreal, but right now, you don’t have the energy to think about it.
Countless questions swirl in your mind. Where am I? Is there a way out? Will someone come to save me? You glance at your exhausted body and sigh. There’s nothing more you can do tonight.
"Whatever happens, happens," you whisper, letting your eyes slowly close.
Second Day
But yesterday this was a forest!
You hear a voice through the M.E.G. walkie-talkie, and although your mind is still clouded with uncertainty, the sound of the voice feels like a beacon of hope:2
Ω) Hello, can you hear me? Can you hear me?
α) Hello?
Ω) It's M.E.G. Omega. Is that you, Gus?
α) Yeah; well, I didn't know the walkie-talkie would work here.
Ω) You're so lucky we could reach you dude. What happened to you?
α) Dude, there’s a traitor among you. Someone pushed me into a window in Level 4!
Ω) Are you sure, man? That’s a serious accusation.
α) I'm absolutely sure. Right after they kicked me in, they said, "Sorry, hero."
Ω) I see, man. I'll look into it. Now, can you describe your location to me?
—At that moment, you blink your eyes, and the world around you begins to become a bit clearer.
α) There's a forest… wait, what? It was a forest before I closed my eyes. But now it's a grassy field! There are barely any trees, where did they go?!
Ω) That's very interesting, my friend. We'll look into it. Don't panic. Just don't lose contact with your walkie-talkie and we’ll guide you through this.
α) I don't know what's happening here. Everything keeps changing. Please, you have to help me.
Ω) Hang in there, Gus. We'll get to you. Stay where you are for now. We'll keep trying to reach you and figure this out.
The walkie-talkie goes silent for a moment.
But who the hell was that bastard who kicked you?
Ahh, dude, this has to be a joke!
"There were eight of us on the Level 4 discovery expedition, and I saved every single one of them back in level 283. I SAID I SAVED EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM BACK IN LEVEL 283!"
"I really can’t believe this…"
You mutter to yourself, but those words won’t help you now. It’s time to get up and figure out what’s going on.
As you wander, the words you heard upon waking up keep echoing in your mind. "We’ll get to you. Stay where you are for now." But how long will that take? You can’t help but wonder. A growing sense of fear starts creeping in. If they can’t even figure out where you are, how could they possibly help you?
With a deep sense of anxiety and a looming fear of death, you spend hours examining the unfamiliar terrain around you. The field stretches endlessly, and the trees that once surrounded you have disappeared—leaving only grass and a few small, stunted trees. Everything feels so wrong. The unease gnaws at you. What is happening here? you think, your mind spinning in a chaotic whirlwind of fear.
The idea of being completely alone in a place where the rules of reality seem to break down is terrifying. And the thought of losing contact with M.E.G.… You can’t bear it. The thought of being stuck here, isolated and unable to communicate with anyone, fills you with panic.
I need to stay calm. You tell yourself, trying to fight back the overwhelming wave of fear. I can’t afford to lose my head right now…
This place is fascinating…
You’ve been walking for a long time. You’re tired. Every step feels harder. The rain is falling relentlessly. Your clothes are soaked, and you’re freezing. But there’s still no way out.
Each step makes your legs feel heavier. The rain clings to your face like a cold mask. You blink rapidly, but the blurriness won't fade. It's as if the world is slowly forgetting you…
A silhouette. Standing in the distance. The more you hesitate, the more it advances. You rub your eyes, but it doesn't disappear. On the contrary—the longer you stare, the clearer it becomes. It feels familiar, but from where? Somewhere deep inside…
Your trembling hands dive into your pocket. You feel the cold glass of almond water. As you take the first gulp, something strange happens. The taste spreading through your mouth seems to untangle the knots in your mind. With the second sip, the veil before your eyes thins. When you swallow the final drop…
You look around. No one's there. Maybe no one ever was. But now you see more clearly. The sound of rain, the scent of earth—everything feels real. Too real…
You clutch the empty bottle in your palm. "Gone," you whisper to yourself. And in that moment, you understand: the true terror wasn't outside, but within. Next time you lose yourself, there won't be a single drop left to bring you back.
After a while, the voice from the walkie talkie comes through again, shaking you from your thoughts. This time, it sounds clearer, though there’s a slight crackle in the signal:
Ω) Gus, are you there? This is M.E.G. Omega. Can you hear me?
α) Yeah, I hear you… What happened? Why did it take you so long to respond?
Ω) We’ve been trying to reach you, but we still don’t have a clear location on you. How are you doing?
α) This place is still weird. It was something else this morning, but now… it’s a grassy field. I have no idea where I am. I'm still alone.
Ω) Okay, understood. We’re doing everything we can to track you down, but please don’t panic. The only thing we can do right now is find the best way to get to you. You just need to hang in there, Gus.
α) I’m really scared… It feels like something's watching me. Everything’s moving around me. And… and I saw something strange. The figure, it was terrifying…
Ω) Gus, stay calm. Right now, all we can do is wait and gath…
α) Hello, hello?! M.E.G. Omega, are you there? Ahh, Fuck!
Suddenly, the voice from the walkie talkie cuts off again, leaving you in complete silence. You try to reach for the radio to call back, but you get nothing. Only silence fills the air. You feel panic welling up inside you, your heart racing faster. "Where are they?" You wonder, but there’s no answer, and each passing moment leaves you feeling more isolated.
After some time, you close your eyes, the weight of exhaustion finally overtaking you. Just as you’re about to fall asleep, a figure materializes in front of you. Slowly, it approaches, its form becoming clearer the closer it gets. Your body trembles with cold fear. With every step it takes, your terror deepens. You try to open your eyes, but it's no use. The figure stands right in front of you, and your heart pounds in your chest.
With one last, terrified gasp, you close your eyes tightly and surrender to the dark, letting sleep finally take over. The creature, whatever it was, can no longer harm you…
Third Day
Ahh, modernize those computers already M.E.G.!
The first thing you notice when you wake up is the silence. But not the usual kind. An unnatural silence, almost forced. As your eyes adjust, you realize you're neither in some dark, endless void nor a twisted labyrinth of nightmares. No, this place is different. Spotless. Organized. Familiar. The M.E.G. Omega base on Level 4. But how? Did you really escape from there? Was it that easy? The thought almost makes you laugh, but deep down, you know something isn’t right.
You push yourself up, take a deep breath, and start walking through the base. The fluorescent lights flicker above, casting long shadows on the walls. The air smells of metal and old paper—a scent you’ve grown used to in places like this. But there’s no one here. Not a single soul. Offices, hallways, break rooms—all empty. Desks sit untouched, as if their owners had just stepped out for a moment and never returned. You reach for your walkie-talkie and press the button firmly.
"M.E.G. Omega base, do you copy?"
—Static.
"Operator, do you hear me?"
—Nothing.
A cold sensation spreads through your chest.
After everything you’ve been through, another question gnaws at you:
If this really is Level 4, why does it feel so… wrong?
Determined to find answers, you head toward the operator’s room. The door creaks as you push it open. Inside, the monitors glow faintly, displaying security feeds from different parts of the base. You sit at the desk—the chair still warm, as if someone was just here. The computer is already logged in, the database open.
And then you see an audio file. Uploaded just four hours ago. With the hope of finding out who the hell kicked you into this place, you move the cursor toward the file. Your heart pounds faster as you click on it.
A robotic voice speaks first:3
● This is an audio recording of a M.E.G. council meeting. Sharing or duplicating it without the permission of M.E.G. officials is strictly prohibited.
Then, voices:
—The door opens. The sound of everyone suddenly standing up is heard…
Σ) Please, be seated. We have a packed agenda today. Let’s get started. Jim, start.
—A deep breath…
ֆ) There are two key points we’ll be focusing on today, sir. I’ll begin with the first one:
—It’s probably Jim’s first time at a meeting like this. You can hear the nervousness in his voice.
ֆ) Housekeeping and Delta Bases have formally reported us to the M.E.G. High Council. The official documents confirm this.
ℵ) Just what we needed. As if we didn’t have enough chaos already.
Ξ) Are we sure Sealed Protocol 4 is legally sound?
Ψ) Didn’t the High Council sign off on it back in the day? If we play this right, we might even turn it into official law down the line.
ℵ) The restrictions were much tighter back then. We need to be absolutely certain we’re not overstepping. If we add this to our current mess, we’re finished. What do you think, Chairman?
—He thinks for a moment.
Σ) Jim, take notes. Ask Omega's legal advisor, Alex Ross, to evaluate the protocol’s legality and risk. We’ll take precautions based on his conclusions. Next?
ֆ) Yes, sir—
—A knock on the door cuts Jim off.
Σ) Enter.
—The door opens. Footsteps. Then a whispered conversation.
Σ) Show me proof. I won’t believe words without evidence.
℧) In that case, sir, you’ll need to accompany me to the operator room.
Σ) This meeting is adjourned for five minutes. Wait here. I need to deal with a fugitive.
—One person rises, then everyone else stands. The door shuts. Everyone sits again. Silence…
ℵ) Ah… I don’t know. I just hope we’re still warming these seats in a few months.
Ψ) Relax. Chairman Oliver’s more experienced than any of us. He knows what he’s doing. Only the Messiah himself could strip us of these chairs.
Ξ) My contacts in the other bases aren’t saying good things. All eyes are on us — and I mean all eyes. They know something’s rotten here, but they’re hunting for proof to earn favor with the High Council.
ֆ) Are you suggesting that holding Sealed Protocol 4 is actually a dangerous gamble?
Ξ) Yes. It’s gotten us this far, sure. But the risks are huge.
Ψ) Huge if we get caught. But we won’t. The Chairman’s plan is ticking like clockwork.
—The door opens again. Everyone stands.
Σ) Let's resume where we left off.
Ξ) Sir, if you allow me, I’d prefer to present the next point.
Σ) I’m listening, Liam.
Ξ) Sir… One of my agents in another base reported that they’ve obtained a copy of our meeting recordings. Thankfully, there’s nothing in it that could incriminate us—yet. But we’ll find the leak.
Σ) Is that so? Every tree has a rotten branch. Nothing to do about it. I was planning to take tonight off… but I guess it just got more interesting.
Tonight, all of you will report to the South Hall. I’m still curious to see who’s truly loyal.
The rest… well, the Protocol will take care of it.
—His voice, previously calm, now cuts with a cold fury. One person rises, then the rest.
Σ) This meeting is adjourned.
The audio recording is ending, but only one question remains in your mind: what the hell is this protocol anyway?
Dude, you've worked at M.E.G. Omega for over 10 years as staff, more than 2 years as Vice Chairman, and you seriously don’t know what the hell this damn protocol is for?!
How strange…
But I’m just as curious as you are. So don’t worry.
Ahh, why am I even bothering… You can’t hear me anyway.
You keep browsing the computer a little longer. Level 4 research logs, personnel files, audio recordings—thousands of them, criminal dossiers…
"Damn it, isn’t there a single useful file in here?!"
Just then, among all those files, one catches your eye: "Sealed Protocol 4.zip." Inside, there are 21 different ".pdf" files, all numbered and documented. Each section describes different people. You start examining them:
M.E.G. OMEGA CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE
Internal Affairs Division
Confidential Report: IA/LTM-122013
Date: aaaa-bb-cc
Name: Lt. Marcos Varela
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Country/City Origin: Chile/Valparaíso
Arrival Date: 2011
Role at Omega Base: Deputy Commander of Defense Forces
Allegation: Unauthorized Command Attempts within Chain of Command
Marcos unilaterally mobilized external security units and drafted an operational plan without chairman consultation. This action reflects disloyalty in military conduct and endangers organizational integrity. The protocol was activated.
What Marcos did was a blatant disregard for the chain of command. M.E.G. Omega doesn’t tolerate such behavior. They deliver the punishment deserved, without mercy. If only I could escape this place, take charge of M.E.G. Omega, and enforce the truth myself…
You collapse to your knees.
You stare at the badge lying on the ground – no longer yours.
"All these years… all that sacrifice…"
Your eyes burn, but you don't cry.
Slowly, you stand back up.
You press a torn piece of your shirt against the bleeding wound.
"Fine," you say to yourself.
"Then I'll do it alone. It'll be tough, but I'm experienced!"
You walk for hours, following the hallways, searching for supplies, an exit, anything. But something feels… wrong. It’s that feeling. The one you’ve had all day. Like you’re being watched. But Level 4 is supposed to be *safe.* Right? You stop in your tracks. The silence is overwhelming. No distant chatter. No hum of machines. Not even the faint buzzing of fluorescent lights. You must find a way to escape from here!
You have no other choice.
You force yourself to keep going, pushing back the exhaustion, ignoring the hunger gnawing at your stomach. But as the hours pass, hope starts to fade.
Still…
This is the Backrooms.
Nothing is certain here. Nothing is guaranteed. It’s not the strong, the intelligent, the beautiful, or the rich who survive.
They’re the lucky ones.
With that final thought, you prepare a place to sleep, laying down on the cold, hard floor. The hunger is still there, but you ignore it.
Tomorrow, you’ll be luckier.
Tomorrow, you’ll find a way out.
At least, you hope so…
Can't Count The Days Anymore…
Just one of the countless forms of level…
You wake up.
There is nothing—only blackness. Not just around you, but inside you, like even your thoughts have been hollowed out. The ground is gone, the ceiling never existed, and the air feels like tar clinging to your lungs. You're floating in an ocean of absence, where time has no meaning and space is just a forgotten idea.
Your heart pounds like a war drum, loud in your ears—but it's the only sound. No echo, no breath, no whisper. Just that awful, unbearable stillness pressing in on you.
Then, from the center of the void, a window appears. It hovers in the air, glowing faintly, like it almost remembers what light used to be. You recognize it—it looks exactly like the one that pulled you in before, back when you still believed there might be a way out.
You don’t even get a chance to move before it screams.
Not a human scream, not an animal’s howl—something deeper, more alien, more wrong. The sound doesn’t just enter your ears—it crawls into them, slithers through your mind, burrowing into your skull like a parasite. You try to scream back, but your throat is locked, and your thoughts shatter like glass against concrete.
You clutch your head, press your hands to your ears until they hurt, but it’s already inside you.
“Shut up!” you yell, not out of reason, but out of raw, panicked instinct.
And just like that, the scream cuts off. Silence returns—hard, heavy, suffocating. Your ears still ring, your body trembling in the aftermath.
But then, it gets worse.
An arm slides out of the window—long, impossibly thin, bone-white, as if it never knew warmth or blood. Before you can recoil, it grabs your wrist, ice-cold fingers clamping down with unnatural strength.
You twist, you struggle, you kick—but there’s no weight here, no ground to push off from, no direction to run. The window begins to pull you in, the darkness swirling like a whirlpool around you, dragging you toward a place you can’t name but already fear.
You’re being swallowed.
And the worst part is, you know it’s somewhere worse than here
And then…
Another one of the countless forms of level…
You wake up.
Soaked in sweat, heart still pounding like you’re falling through the void. You sit up, chest heaving, every limb stiff like you’ve been frozen. It felt real—too real. Like a part of you never actually left.
But worse than the dream is the truth.
You’ve been here for… you don’t even know how long anymore. Time doesn’t work right in the Backrooms. No clocks, no sunrises, no days or nights—just the slow, constant decay.
You tried counting the days once, but they smeared together like ink on wet paper. The almond water ran out long ago, and you can’t remember the last drop you drank—only how you savored it, hoping it could buy you another hour of sanity. It didn’t.
Something has started breaking in your mind. You see shadows moving for no reason. You hear whispers in corners that weren’t there yesterday. Sometimes, you hear your own voice… but it’s not you. It mocks you. Taunts you.
And sometimes—horribly—you talk back.
You sleep. You wake. Then you sleep again. But each time you open your eyes, the world has changed. The Backrooms are shifting, mutating—corridors turning into warped mazes, mazes into silent forests where trees seem to watch you. Their limbs creak when you pass, and you swear they lean closer when you blink.
Then came the empty cities—skyscrapers filled with silence and phantom footsteps. You walk, searching for something—food, water, people, a reason. But there’s nothing. The hunger is unbearable, but even that isn’t the worst part anymore.
It’s the quiet. The endless walking. The fear that maybe you died a long time ago and just haven’t figured it out yet.
Your legs ache. Your hands shake. Your stomach twists. But you keep moving—because stopping would mean surrendering the last fragile thread of your humanity.
Still, deep down, beneath the exhaustion and fear, you know the truth.
There is no exit. No ladder. No final hallway with a light at the end.
There is only this.
And whatever this is… it’s changing you.
What Did I Just Hear?
Very Terrifying…
You wake up as usual.
But something… feels different. Dark. Suffocating, pure darkness.
You can't see anything around you. It's as if the world has suddenly ceased to exist. Instinctively, you reach into your pocket and pull out a flashlight.
Your hands tremble as you press the button, but the light only pierces a few meters ahead. The darkness swallows the light, as if it’s alive.
You feel something is wrong.
Suddenly, the walkie-talkie crackles to life.
At first, only static. But then…
Laughter.
A deep, echoing laugh… it crawls straight into your bones. It’s so disturbing you instinctively want to cover your ears—but the sound seems to echo inside your skull.
You whisper to yourself:
"I think I’m about to talk to the devil."
Gathering a shred of courage, you press the button and shout, your voice trembling:4
α) P-please… just answer me. T-tell me what happened?
—The laughter continues.
A dreadful silence follows.
Then, a voice breaks through—soft, almost elegant.
𝕿) Poor little thing… It’s rare to see someone like you still full of hope.
No one, not even you, should be able to carry such a thing for so long.
Though your kind always ends up lost in darkness, I commend you.
Your hope, so strong, could make you lose even your sanity.
—These words linger in the air, the voice of an ancient being, weary but still filled with delight at the suffering it causes.
α) W-what do you want from me?
𝕿) Not much.
Just… accompany me.
I’m headed to a place where the blind, the deaf, and the mindless dwell.
The temple of truth.
My God awaits you — and I believe you are worthy of seeing Him.
—The words are polite… but there’s a quiet reverence, as though this being is the one who has seen the beginning and the end of everything.
You hesitate.
The invitation, uttered so effortlessly, is as if it has been spoken a thousand times, as though it has claimed countless souls.
α) I-I don’t want this. I just want to get out of here.
—A brief pause.
𝕿) I see. How… disappointing.
Then, I suppose I’ll have to use my own methods.
—The polite tone shifts slightly.
A crack forms, a small disturbance in the otherwise infinite calm.
𝕿) You were different.
Something about you… an eternal hope that defies all understanding.
α) I-I don’t want it. I really don’t want to go anywhere.
—The voice falters for a moment, a break in the tone.
And then… it softens again.
𝕿) Hmm, of course.
But remember:
Some paths are not chosen.
Some paths… choose you.
—The voice deepens, losing its once-innocent edge.
𝕿) Still… if you must run, run.
It won’t change anything.
—You raise the walkie-talkie, voice cracking in desperation:
—And at that moment, cold terror washes over you.
You feel it deep inside, that something is watching.
You slowly turn your head, but your blood runs cold.
In the darkness, you see it.
Two bright red eyes.
—Nothing else is visible, but you know it’s there.
Watching.
Waiting.
—The air grows thick as the shadows around you shift, and you feel a presence—vast and ancient. There’s a shape, monstrous in stature, but barely perceptible. It stands taller than a man, at least three meters, its form casting an unnatural, oppressive shadow. You can almost make out the outline of two massive horns curling from its head, gleaming in the dim light like polished obsidian. Its wings stretch wide, dark and leathery, folding slightly behind it. The darkness seems to bow to it.
You stop breathing, every muscle in your body frozen in place.
α) Oh… damn it! What the hell are you?!
—The eyes move slightly.
They shift toward you.
𝕿) I didn’t mean to frighten you, but…
That hope inside you… it calls to me.
You, with that hope… you’ve become worthy.
And possessing that… is… sweet.
—The voice grows darker.
At that moment, everything becomes clear.
You must run.
Without thinking, purely on instinct, you start to run.
Behind you, that cursed laughter rises once more.
𝕿) Run, little creature!
Do you truly believe you can escape me?
My name alone will stain you!
There is no escape…
α) I don't know what's happening here. Everything keeps changing. Please, you have to help me.
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Entrances And Exits
Entrances
Dont approach the windows.
Exits
You can't escape from here.