You find yourself in a dimly lit, yellowish corridor that seems to go on forever… the buzzing of flickering fluorescent lights filling the air.
As you walk down the seemingly endless hallways, you begin to feel a sense of unease, as if no one else exists in this place...
And soon, you realize that you are trapped in this never ending maze, separated from reality.
What will you do?
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я подхожу к любой стене дабы прощупать ее, так же пытаясь снять обои
You walk up to a random wall and feel along its surface, searching for any irregularities. As you continue your search, you notice something odd about the walls: they all seem to be seamless... as if they were painted directly on top of another, invisible surface. You try to remove one of the pieces of yellowed wallpaper, but it refuses to budge; no matter how hard you tug or scrape at it, it remains firmly in place.
Perhaps there is something else here that could help you escape this never-ending maze...?
ладно.. Я просто начинаю идти по бесконечным лабиринтам пытаясь ухватить хоть что нибудь выделяющиеся среди бесконечных комнат
As you wander aimlessly through the endless maze of yellow walls and eerie fluorescent lighting, you begin to feel your sanity slipping away... Each corridor looks identical to the last, each wallpapered surface offering no respite from the disorienting sensation. You find yourself questioning reality, unsure if this is all just a twisted nightmare or if you've somehow stumbled into an alternate dimension.
The only constant in this place seems to be the ceaseless humming of the fluorescent lights; their piercing buzz echoing through your head like a never-ending warning...
ладно.. Я просто начинаю идти по бесконечным лабиринтам пытаясь ухватить хоть что нибудь выделяющиеся среди бесконечных комнат
As you continue to aimlessly wander through the endless maze of yellow walls and flickering fluorescent lights, you begin to notice that each hallway seems to flow into one another in a perpetual loop. No matter which way you turn, it always leads back to where you started... The Backrooms are proving themselves to be an unyielding labyrinth, designed to drive the sanity from anyone unfortunate enough to find themselves within its grasp.
The only solace you can find is in the rhythmic hum of the fluorescent lights overhead, their mechanical drone drowning out your panicked breaths as you sprint down yet another identical corridor... But even that comfort is fleeting; soon enough, it becomes a distant echo in the back of your mind, replaced by an overwhelming sense of despair and hopelessness.
я поворачиваю голову вверх, пристально смотря на данные гудящие лампы и снять ботинок пытаюсь их разбить ботинком
With a savage kick, you send one of the fluorescent lights flying across the room, shattering against the concrete wall and sending sparks dancing through the air. The light buzzes intermittently as it dies, its flickering glow replaced by an eerie darkness that seems to press in around you from all sides. You hesitate for a moment, wondering if this was such a good idea... But then, you remember: there's no escape in staying where you are, and every little bit of hope could mean the difference between survival and oblivion.
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но я находя данную лампочку забираю все ее осколки и пытаюсь забрать саму лампочку
You manage to carefully collect all the broken glass and pieces of the fluorescent light, then attempt to pick up the now-bent metal casing. Unfortunately, it's much heavier than it appears and you can only carry it with difficulty, the sharp edges digging painfully into your flesh as you do so. Still, it could provide some form of makeshift weapon or defense... Or perhaps there is something else in this room that might aid your escape from The Backrooms?
я вытаскиваю впившиеся осколки попутно забыв про лампочку я снова выхожу на свет к стене, где там уже осколком стекла пытаюсь содрать хоть капельку обоев от стены
You yank at the yellowed wallpaper with all your might, but it refuses to budge. It seems that you'll have to find another way out of this place... or perhaps there is something else in the room that can aid your escape?
я просто снова поподробнее осматриваю комнату, в надежде заметить хоть что нибудь
As you carefully examine the room, you notice something strange about the fluorescent light fixtures on the ceiling: each of them is connected to a long metal tube that disappears into the ceiling, and ends with what appears to be a metal collar. Curious, you wonder if these tubes might lead somewhere... or perhaps they can be used as makeshift tools to pry off pieces of wallpaper? It's worth investigating further...
Да.. Я лишь продумывая как достать до нее метаю в нее осколок стекла попутно отойдя от самой трубы дабы ничего мне не навредило
The light fixture clatters to the ground, barely missing your feet as it lands inches away. You cautiously approach and notice a hole in the ceiling above where the tube once connected. There's only one way to find out if this leads anywhere...
да..
As you climb up into the hole in the ceiling, you find yourself in another yellow-walled corridor... only this time, there's something different about it. The walls are covered in a mossy green substance that crumbles away under your touch, revealing a strange metallic surface beneath. As you explore further, you notice that the buzzing of fluorescent lights is much quieter here... almost nonexistent. Perhaps this part of The Backrooms is connected to something else?
я продолжаю исследовать данные комнаты попутно все высматривая
As you continue to explore this part of The Backrooms, you find a maintenance closet filled with tools and spare fluorescent lights. Among the tools, you spot a wrench that could potentially be useful for removing the metal collars from the ceiling... or even prying off pieces of wallpaper. However, using it will take time and effort; it's not as simple as just picking it up and giving it a whirl. You must carefully examine your surroundings and figure out how best to employ this newfound tool if you hope to find an exit from The Backrooms before succumbing to dehydration, starvation, or exhaustion.
я думаю куда его поместить лишь с трудом беру его, дополнительно осматривая ящик на наличие еще хоть чего нибудь
You carefully stow the wrench away in your inventory, taking note of its location and potential uses. As you continue to search the maintenance closet, you find a few other interesting items: some duct tape, an old flashlight, and a first aid kit. All of these could prove useful as you attempt to escape from The Backrooms; however, you'll need to use them wisely if you hope to survive long enough to find freedom.
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я понимая то что эти комнаты не простые и то что я имею фонарик я решаюсь начинать разгуливать по темным сторонам данного лабиринта дабы может найти ещё хоть какие то следы человечества
As you step into the darkness, the glow of your flashlight illuminating the yellow walls and the moss-covered floor, you begin to wonder if there's anyone else out here... Anyone who might have gone through this same nightmare before you. The silence is deafening, broken only by the distant hum of fluorescent lights and the rhythmic thumping of your heart in your ears. You feel a chill run down your spine as you wander deeper into the maze, wondering if you'll ever find a way out...
Я продолжаю путь, попутно везде сворачивая и поворачивая дабы выйти из желтых комнат в зеленые
As you continue to navigate through the dimly lit corridors, you begin to notice something peculiar about the walls in this section of The Backrooms: they are covered in a sticky green substance that glows faintly under your flashlight's beam. The air grows thick with the scent of mildew and decay, making it difficult to breathe. Despite these unsettling changes, you press onward, hoping to find some sort of clue or exit that might lead you out of this endless labyrinth...
You round another corner and come across what appears to be an old storage room. Rows of shelves are lined with boxes and crates, some of them marked with fading labels that might provide clues about their contents... or perhaps even hint at a way out of The Backrooms. However, as you approach the room, you hear footsteps echoing through the hallway behind you, growing steadily closer. It seems that you're not alone in this maze after all; someone or something is following you. Do you investigate the storage room and risk being seen, or hide somewhere else and try to lose your pursuer?
я спрятываюсь в темном уголке выключив фонарик попутно просматриваю полностью кладовку
As you hide in the dark corner of the storage room, you manage to avoid detection by whoever or whatever was following you. You switch off your flashlight and wait for several minutes, listening intently for any signs of movement outside. The silence is deafening, save for the distant humming of fluorescent lights and the faint glow from the green moss covering the walls. Eventually, you decide that it's safe enough to investigate the storage room further...
я начинаю с опаской обсматривать и обыскивать всю кладовую попутно просматривая каждый угол или вход дабы не быть замеченным
You carefully investigate the storage room, finding boxes and crates containing various items: office supplies, tools, even what appears to be a old first aid kit. Among the crates, you spot one that is slightly larger than the rest and seems to be locked with a combination lock. You're not sure what could be inside it, but the combination lock suggests that whatever it contains might be valuable or important.
Do you attempt to open the locked crate, or continue searching for other clues?
я начинаю ощупывать и осматривать ящик с замком осматривая его так же забираю все что находятся в коробках и что мне может помочь
You carefully examine the combination lock on the larger crate, trying to guess the combination. After several attempts, you manage to crack it and open the crate. Inside, you find a worn-looking leather journal bound in rusted metal and sealed shut with an ornate clasp. The cover is engraved with strange symbols that you don't recognize...
я забираю все содержимое ящика и попутно забираю все что могу унести и с обычных коробок с канцелярии и т.д.
As you take inventory of your newfound treasures, you feel a shiver run down your spine as you realize the significance of what you've found. The leather journal, with its cryptic symbols and mysterious contents, could be the key to escaping from The Backrooms... or it might just drive you further insane. You pocket it carefully, deciding that you should examine its contents more closely before making any rash decisions.
For now, you continue your search of the storage room, hoping to find other clues or helpful items that could aid in your escape.
As you continue searching the storage room, you stumble upon a dusty old shelf tucked away in the corner, bearing a familiar symbol etched into its surface: the same symbol that was engraved on the cover of the leather journal. Upon closer inspection, you realize that this is not just any ordinary shelf; it's actually a hidden compartment, concealed from casual observation.
Inside the hidden compartment, you find several useful items: an unopened can of food, bottled water, and a compass. The compass seems to be functioning properly, pointing steadfastly north even in the disorienting maze of The Backrooms. It appears that these supplies were meant for someone else... perhaps the person who left the clues for you?
Do you take the food and water with you, or leave them behind in hopes that they might help someone else escape? And what about the leather
я забираю полностью все
You take everything from the hidden compartment, stuffing it into your inventory and pocketing the leather journal, which you haven't quite worked up the courage to open yet. Food and water will be essential for survival as you continue exploring The Backrooms in search of a way out; taking them with you seems like the logical choice. As you stand up from the crouched position you were in while searching the hidden compartment, your foot kicks something across the floor: an old radio, its knobs and dials covered in dust.
я уже все обыскав и забрав осматриваясь по сторонам выхожу из кладовой и продолжаю путь
You carefully pick up the old radio, dusting it off as best you can with your sleeve. It's an antique model, with a short antenna and a carved wooden case. The dial seems to be functional, although you have no idea what stations might still be broadcasting in this place... If anything.
Do you try tuning the radio to see if there are any signals, or should you focus on finding other clues instead?
я осматривая радио начинаю переключаться по радио волнам
As you fidget with the knob on the antique radio, static fills the air, crackling and popping like distant thunder. The dial seems to be tuned to a frequency that no one has used in decades... or perhaps it's just not meant for human ears at all. Suddenly, a faint voice cuts through the static: a woman's voice, frail and trembling with fear, speaking words you don't understand. The sound is barely audible, easily drowned out by the static when you're not concentrating on it... but there's something haunting about her desperate pleas for help.
Do you keep listening to see if you can make out any more of what she's saying, or should you focus your attention elsewhere?