the backrooms

if you’re not careful and noclip out of reality in the wrong areas, you’ll end up in the backrooms, where it is nothing but the stink of old moist carpet, the madness of mono-yellow, the endless background noise of fluorescent light 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 here something wandering around near by, because it’s sure as hell has F̸̮́o̷͚͠u̵̹̕n̵̢̫̋d̸̢͗ ̸̧̑͆y̴͓̆̚o̵͍͔̊͌u̶̪͗̚͜…