LEVEL
55
SURVIVAL DIFFICULTY
CLASS 5
Exit: 5/5
Dead End
Environment: 5/5
Deadzone
Entities: 5/5
Hostile Infestation
I believed it to the end.
I killed people, betrayed friends, but it got me nowhere.
All that for nothing?
I, they, and you believed that lie, and then
We provoked an endless war, but at what cost?
This is the cost of not accepting reality.
Level 55 is a desolation; there is nothing to gain, nothing to give back, and all that remains is just a glimpse of what this floor once was. The destroyed houses, the people screaming, the children crying, and the feeling that it was all for nothing come to the surface.
They promised us a reward for the hell we'd lived through up to this point; they brought us a hopeful feeling that it would all finally be over and that we would live in peace. All I wanted was to live well. To get back to my wife, my daughter, and the people I just lost in this hell. Is this a way for me to pay for my sins? Well, I really don't know.
What I saw here wasn't pretty; it wasn't that glorious war we see on TV and in history books, it wasn't nice, and it wasn't honorable. It was a treacherous conflict, where only the strongest have a chance of survival. There is no hope in the midst of this chaos. The more I tried, the more I self-destructed, and when I realized it, I had indirectly killed hundreds or even thousands of innocent people out of a single selfish desire to free myself from the infernal bonds of this destructive continuum that is the Backrooms.
At first I didn't understand what it was all about; I wondered why they were doing it. It was just a killing for no reason, but I understood the desperation. They had been in that place much longer than me, and those I could trust for a moment told me they had been there for decades. And I'd only been there for two months, still too much for the things I'd experienced there. I really wanted to understand the desperation of those fighting there, so I went with them. I fought for a group of a few members who were achieving continuous victories and were getting closer and closer to the final reward.
After our victory against a bloody, cannibalistic group, we took advantage of the stalls next to a local bus station and shared some food. And when I least expected it, a knife was plunged into my back, and they laughed deafeningly as they tried to outflank me. And I thought, how could they? I fought for them and sat down to share a loaf of bread with them. How could they do this? I took a deep breath and returned the knife to one of them and ran off into the mist and into the conflict, alone and wounded.
As soon as I came out, there were groups fighting, and they shot me in the leg, warning me that if I didn't fight for them, they would kill me. And even though I was wounded and almost incapacitated, I accepted; I wanted to get out alive. As the confrontation began, the pain of my injuries gradually knocked me out, and there was nothing I could do about it. And in the midst of all this, I was killing innocent people who just wanted a better life on the other side of reality1.
When we won, the leader of that irrational pack forcibly recruited me. They tended to my wounds and used me as a robot for them. I lie awake every night, with a heavy rifle on my lap and only one thing on my mind: to end it all. I could very well pick up that gun and kill myself right there, but I knew that was cowardly, and that in the midst of adversity I have to persist, not least because "I have a wife and a daughter waiting for me on the other side."
And I knew that I would be there forever if I didn't act quickly, and while everyone was asleep, I finished them all off. It was the most traumatic experience of my life. I couldn't sleep after that event, and I always carried that heavy rifle whenever I went out anywhere. In the midst of this, I joined another group, this time a group I made myself, a righteous group.
We were ruthless; there wasn't a single group that could stand up to the "Scarlet Anarchy." Little by little, the level became our territory, and our life consisted of taking as many victims as possible to increase our chances. Our faction was the most successful in the whole level. But it collapsed when I managed to win the mental war I waged daily with the shit on that level. I never expressed trust with any of those who permeated me at the time, because when I tried, they stabbed me in the back. Try as I might, I never formed a deep bond after the misfortunes of the first few weeks. Today I understand that I was possessed by the desire to leave and that I despised all those who, for some reason, boasted about me. If there is a god out there, may he have them!
The level has an effect called "The Promised Land." This effect gives you the uncontrollable urge to stay; it binds you not with entities or walls, but with the feeling of hope. The effect gives the Wanderer a false assurance that there is a way out to complete freedom from the torment that is the Backrooms. All we wanted was for our next fight to be our last, the belief that all that bloodshed would buy our passage home. This effect resides on several levels and with several variants, but in hell 55, it's a false assurance that everything will end well and safely. And once you de-emphasize the effect, it stops working, and with that, you're free. But not from the Backrooms, only from the 55. The battle you and your allies fought for so many years was not physical, but mental.
And in the blink of an eye, my open wounds were closed, the weapons taken, I was accompanied by him, and he is me. I woke up in a beautiful flowery field, with pretty houses, a lake with fish swimming in it, and everything looking fine. I really thought I was in reality; I was in awe of the beautiful, green landscape, without the black and white tones that permeate level 55. "I'm home!" That's what I thought, but it was only Level 101. I had just woken up with a of Memory Jar and an open letter that read, "You fought bravely, champion; you managed to beat Level 55." And upon that, I collapsed. I killed thousands, betrayed hundreds, and took everything other people had for nothing? And that's it. And with that I understand and come to terms with the fact that there is no way back home. "Backrooms are not for amateurs."
- Unclear issues: the level poses no danger from entities; the presence of entities on Level 55 has never been confirmed. All fears of danger are due to humans and the unstable environment.
- M.E.G. members are not allowed on the level. There is a group, which claims to be the B.N.T.G., that exterminates M.E.G. members. It is not known why they pretend to be a specific group, but they were wiped out in the "Escalabria del Agosto" uprising that triggered several bloody revolts in August 2017.
- Weapons are generated from people killed on Level 55, meaning that for every person who dies, a weapon is randomly generated in a random corner of the main square, and that is where the weapons come from. Weapons can be firearms or bladed weapons.
Below is the structure of the level that was not listed previously.
Bases, outposts and communities
Cicada:
Cicada is a community that is currently extinct on Level 55, with no record of a possible restitution since 09/07/2016. It was the community with the most influence in the rural regions of the level, and fully embraced anarchism in its ideology. That's where I got the stab wound.
Children of victory:
They were an extremely hostile community, made up of exactly 12 members who roamed the roadsides in search of unsuspecting people to serve as slaves for their defense. They are also an extinct community due to the massacre that took place at their base. Under the viaduct in the coastal city. No known ideology. They were the ones who shot me in the leg and made me a slave.
Victims of society:
They are a group of insane and completely crazy people, they were the ones who initially picked a fight with the cicada, and all those involved in this group were murdered. They are also an extinct community, due to the genocide propagated by the cicada in one of their confrontations. They were completely anarchist. And yes, they practiced cannibalism.
Scarlet Anarchism:
It was the most influential group in Level 55, with exactly 2,036 people participating in this faction. And in the space of 22 months, they conquered more than half of the land on the main street, which until then had been the largest dead zone in the entire level. It was the best-armed community of all, with more than 4,776 weapons in its possession and 8,917 killings of individuals over a four-year period. By far the most structured community. Coming from an idea of someone weak and with almost no power to choose anything on the level, me. They are completely adept at anarchism, and we were the most sustainable group on the level, obtaining and managing resources carefully and thus gaining local control. The group collapsed and became extinct.
Entrances and exits
Entrances:
- Performing a no-clip in a no-clip zone on walls at Level 6 and Level 6.3
- Perform a no-clip on a damaged wall on Level 1.
- Perform a no-clip in a ruined building on Level 9.2.
- Kill allies on the Level 49 will bring the Wanderer here.
Exits
There is only one way out, by winning the war and destabilizing the level, and ending up on Level 101
