Wandering on the other side..._Lies of the Millennium (Worm/Cultist Simulator)

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When you wake up, the first things that greet your awakening are the familiar stench of the damp carpet and the lighting, too bright after the shock you've suffered. Your eyes are double vision, you are very dizzy, and every one of these symptoms clearly hints at a concussion.

Rising to your feet, avoiding the help of the treacherous walls, you look around as much as you can in this state. Your tongue, as it often is with you, is faster than your consciousness.

"I seem I've been here before..."

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The headache is a killer, not to mention the disorientation and dizziness. Your thoughts are confused and flowing as if jerking, with a noticeable effort. You have to... You have to get out of here. Quickly find a way out! The vile hum of the lights twists directly into your brain, bypassing your ears.

Forward. You must go forward.

There's a gap in the wall, through which you can see another corridor. It's impossible to squeeze through.

You've been here before! Exactly the same place, and you haven't turned anywhere! Damn labyrinth! You've been here before!

The passageway forward is the widest, you have to go that way.

There are mushrooms growing on the carpet in the corner. The first thing I encountered here which is not carpet, lamps, or wallpaper. You should take it with you. It might come in handy.

(Received: Mushrooms +1 food? / 5 total)

Through the deafening hum of the lamps came a strange noise, like a huge swarm of flies hovering over a rotting corpse. A foul, putrid smell spreads through the air, clogging your nostrils and making you feel nauseous. A moment later, everything disappears, leaving only the familiar hum of fluorescent lights behind. A hallucination?

In the dark crevice to the right of the passageway, a pink glass glittered. A small vial, as if from perfume, and inside something that looked like blood, as if blood were oil. You remember. You remember the description of a similar thing. But where did it come from?

(Received: Witch's Kiss Oil (Heart Ingredient 8))

The yellow wallpaper, damp carpets, and randomly placed fluorescent lights everywhere. This damned maze is trying to drive you crazy.

The ceiling looks soggy, with barely visible thin threads hanging from it. It's better to go back.

The way forward is abruptly cut off by a hole at least a dozen meters deep. The yellow carpeting and lamps are all the same below. You have to turn around.

You go left.

The ceiling looks wet again, with barely visible thin threads hanging from it. You'd better go the other way.

There was a change in the ambient hum, an inaudible whispering could be heard through it, gradually increasing. Soon it was shouting and chanting in an incomprehensible language: J'po Gror i'yao mot J'chprp't JEOT p'joi opie Opie Oam't! A minute later, the deafening screams with no apparent source subside, replaced again by the hum of fluorescent lights. What was that?

Dirty yellow floor. Dirty yellow walls. The constant dampness and hum of fluorescent lamps. An endless maze with no beginning or end. Is this hell?

Left.

Suddenly, terror ran through your bones, and cold sweat trickled down your back. Paralyzing fear prevented you from moving forward. You had to go around.

You go back.

Left.

Now, right.

All around in children's crayon drawings. Even the ceiling. You don't believe in two-meter-tall kids, but you don't think it would embarrass them much if you met.

Another hole in the floor. This time, you could not see the bottom, only a faint light from the depths. It would take a long time to fly...

Dirty yellow floor. Dirty yellow walls. The constant dampness and hum of fluorescent lamps. An endless maze with no beginning or end. Is this hell?

There's a gap in the wall, through which you can see another corridor. It's impossible to squeeze through. Probably for the best. It's too dark.

The humming of the lamps becomes deafening, your eyes go dark, and reality itself vibrates all around you. As soon as you touched the nearest wall for support, there was a sharp crack, and the crack in the wall became wider. What was that? No, never mind! It's time to get out of here!

The ceiling looks soggy, with barely visible thin threads hanging from it. It's better to go back.

Back.

Paralyzing fear again prevents you from moving forward. You have to go around.

Around the corner was a room covered with huge claw marks. In a couple of places, the walls were gaping holes, and the floor was covered with tiny crumbs... What was that? It wasn't plaster, cement, or concrete, but the same patterned, yellow surface under the wallpaper. So it's not wallpaper at all? Some kind of sponge or coral? I'd better take a few pieces with me and roll before the claw master comes back... (Received: Handful of yellow rubble (smells like damp carpeting))

In the corner, a small bush-like plant sprouted through the carpeting, covered with large, plum-sized berries. If you squint, the fruit looks a little like eyes... No reason to be squeamish. Anything even remotely edible is rarer here than gold in manure. (Received: juicy fruit +1 water?/ Total 5)

Hole on the floor, go around again.

The yellow wallpaper, damp carpets, and randomly placed fluorescent lights everywhere. This damned maze is trying to drive you crazy.

Dead end, you go back.

It's very thirsty. How long have you been wandering? (Exhausted: 1 water/total is 4)

Paralyzing fear prevents you from moving forward. You have to go around.

It's very thirsty. How long have you been wandering? And half of the water from one bottle went somewhere. You should be more economical. You don't want to experiment with the local diet. (Exhausted: 1 water/Total is 3)

Dirty yellow floor. Dirty yellow walls. The constant dampness and hum of fluorescent lamps. An endless maze with no beginning or end. Is this hell?

The arrows on the walls indicate the direction. Why not? It doesn't matter where you go...

Dirty yellow floor. Dirty yellow walls. The constant dampness and hum of fluorescent lamps. An endless maze with no beginning or end. Is this hell?

In the corridor wall, there is a beige-tiled passageway downstairs. These tiles are especially handy for washing away the blood. The humid air smells unbearably of chlorine. The ugly yellow wallpaper almost drains off the walls. No, not there!

Through the deafening hum of the lamps came a strange noise, like a huge swarm of flies hovering over a rotting corpse. A foul, putrid smell was already in the air, clogging my nostrils and making me feel nauseous. A moment later, everything disappears, leaving only the familiar hum of fluorescent lights behind. A hallucination?

Dirty yellow floor. Dirty yellow walls. The constant dampness and hum of fluorescent lamps. An endless maze with no beginning or end. Is this hell?

A pipe with a tap is sticking out of the wall. Under the surrounding wallpaper, tile can be seen. You dared to open it. A thin trickle of water poured out, soaking into the carpet. It smelled okay. Tastes good, too. You filled an empty bottle and drank to spare. (Received: 2 water/Total is 5)

A hole in the floor, this time a gap about a meter wide. You risked jumping over.

Arrows on the walls indicate the direction of travel. The last time you followed them, you found water. Maybe you'll find something else useful.

Paralyzing fear prevented you from moving forward. You had to go around.

The humming of the lamps becomes deafening, your eyes go dark, and reality itself vibrates all around you. Is it a delusion, a hallucination? As soon as you touch the nearest wall for support, the noise abruptly subsides, leaving behind the usual hum of fluorescent lamps. What was that?

The ceiling looks soggy, with barely visible thin threads hanging from it. It's better to go back.

Dirty yellow floor. Dirty yellow walls. The constant dampness and hum of fluorescent lamps. An endless maze with no beginning or end. Is this hell?

Dirty yellow floor. Dirty yellow walls. The constant dampness and... Wait, did I just

Paralyzing fear prevents you from moving forward. You have to go around.

The corridor leads forward, with not a single turn in sight. You can't even hide if anything.

Through the deafening hum of the lamps came a strange noise, like a huge swarm of flies hovering over a rotting corpse. A foul, putrid smell was spreading in the air, clogging your nostrils and making you feel nauseous. A moment later everything disappears, leaving behind only the familiar hum of fluorescent lights. It's not the first time this has happened. Is it really glitches?

You are very hungry. You don't know how long you've been wandering around in this yellow hell. You'll have to sacrifice some of your rations to conserve your strength. (Exhausted: 1 food/total is 4)

There's a gap in the wall, through which you can see another corridor. It's impossible to squeeze through.

You've been here before! You are sure! Damn labyrinth! You've been here before!

The ceiling looks soggy, with barely visible thin threads hanging from it. It's better to go back.

Dirty yellow floor. Dirty yellow walls. The constant dampness and hum of fluorescent lamps. An endless maze with no beginning or end. Is this hell?

The humming of the lamps becomes deafening, your eyes go dark, reality itself vibrates all around you. Is it a delusion, a hallucination? As soon as you touch the nearest wall for support, the noise abruptly subsides, leaving behind the usual hum of fluorescent lamps. Could it be a concussion after all?

Through the deafening hum of the lamps comes a strange noise, like a huge swarm of flies hovering over a rotting corpse. A foul, putrid smell is spreading in the air, clogging your nostrils and making you feel nauseous. A moment later, everything disappears, leaving only the familiar hum of fluorescent lights behind. A hallucination? No, the smell of something rotten still hangs in the still air.

There was a change in the ambient rumble, an inaudible whispering could be heard through it, gradually increasing. Soon it was wild shouts and chants in an incomprehensible language: Zydpoi tkeri spi vep kaer n' ypi yvap r l'dotkp ms'shgm r yer s doit zhdovyvn gerr! A minute later, the deafening screams with no apparent source subside, replaced again by the hum of fluorescent lights. What was that?

The yellow wallpaper, damp carpets, and randomly placed fluorescent lights everywhere. This damned maze is trying to drive me crazy.

A fork. You are going to turn right.

You woke up huddled in a corner, breathing heavily. Were you running away from someone? You don't remember anything, but at some point the feeling of staring at my back became unbearable. You could hardly bring yourself to get up. Now you are constantly turning around and jerking at the sound of your own footsteps. You could barely hear behind the rumble, but the carpeting was a damn nasty smack.

Dead end. You thought you'd have to shake out your pants, but no, it was fine. The hand on the Fang, though, wouldn't unclench at all.

There's a gap in the wall, through which you can see another corridor. It's impossible to squeeze through. Well, you don't want to, anyway.

All around in children's crayon drawings. Even the ceiling. I wish they were flying shorts, not ones that could reach from the floor. Almost two and a half meters to the ceiling.

You were very hungry. The second half of the ration evaporated as if it had never existed. A couple more meals, and you'll have to taste the mushrooms. (Expended: 1 meal/total is 3)

The ceiling lamps flicker chaotically and emit a constant buzzing sound that reverberates in your bones with an abominable vibration. This sound is much louder and more obtrusive than the noise of ordinary fluorescent lamps... (Perhaps the effect of the concussion?) Your eyes are blurred by the endless yellow corridors with yellow carpets and the same lamps. It's worth being careful. There's anything that can disguise itself here.

The hole in the floor is deep.

You'd better turn back.

The yellow wallpaper, damp carpets, and randomly placed fluorescent lights everywhere. This damned maze is trying to drive me crazy. It's already driven you crazy, to a certain extent.

You've been here before! You are sure! Damn labyrinth! You've been here before!

You left blood marks on the wall from your knuckles smashing into them. You understand the dude with the claws a little bit.

Dirty yellow floor. Dirty yellow walls. The constant dampness and hum of fluorescent lamps. An endless maze with no beginning or end. Is this hell?

Dead end. This time you decided to mark the area abundantly to avoid excesses. At least you had some paper towels with me.

The lights flashed brightly for a moment, leaving a blur of yellow floating in front of my eyes, and then abruptly extinguished. The labyrinth was momentarily dark and silent, interrupted only by the sound of your breathing and your heart beating frantically in your chest. A few moments later, the light came back on, but it was a completely different place. You didn't like it, did you, you bastard?

The ceiling looks soggy, with barely visible thin threads hanging from it. It's better to go back.

You've been here before! You are sure! Damn labyrinth! You've been here before! I thought I saw blood on the wallpaper, but no, the lights were blaring. But the place is exactly the same.

Hole in the floor. You spit down, just out of principle.

You'd better go back.

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The lights flashed brightly for a moment, leaving a blur of yellow floating in front of your eyes, and then abruptly extinguished. The labyrinth was momentarily dark and silent, interrupted only by the sound of my breathing and my heart beating frantically in my chest. A few moments later, the light came back on, but it was a completely different place. Not the same place as before. A rift in space? Then why didn't you feel the Knock?

There was a change in the ambient hum, and an inaudible whispering could be heard through it, gradually increasing. Soon it was wild shouts and chants in an incomprehensible language: Up ch'jwa itfukp n sapi chap yad'lo hekr s chaep r n'grdtiv s yatushch'gegrs yva rpyakyr! A minute later, the deafening screams with no apparent source subside, replaced again by the hum of fluorescent lights. If it's language, it's definitely not human. Does the scream have a source, or is it such a peculiar echo?

There's a gap in the wall, through which you can see another corridor. You couldn't squeeze through. You didn't really want to. It was dark in there. The lamps were less frequent.

Another eyed bush. I picked some fruit to spare and watered it with used water. Sounds like a fair trade to me. ( Received: juicy fruit +1 water? / total is 6)

All around in children's crayon drawings. Even the ceiling. The drawings are similar. Maybe it's the same unknown person having fun. There is no sense in the drawings.

A fork. The last time you took a turn, it seemed like... Who cares anymore. Left.

The ceiling looks soggy, with barely visible thin threads hanging from it. It's better to go back.

Dirty yellow floor. Dirty yellow walls. The constant dampness and hum of the fluorescent lamps. An endless maze with no beginning or end. Would have preferred devils with pitchforks and cauldrons of oil. Again, celebrities of all sorts, pleasant company...

Dirty yellow floor. Dirty yellow walls. The constant dampness and hum of the fluorescent lamps. An endless maze with no beginning or end. Is this hell?.. Stop, what?

The ceiling looks soggy, with barely visible thin threads hanging from it. It's better to go back.

…

The ceiling looks soggy, with barely visible thin threads hanging from it. It's better to go back.

In the process of returning, you found that you had trampled a path on the floor. How many times had you "returned"?

The yellow wallpaper, damp carpets, and randomly placed fluorescent lights everywhere. This goddamn maze is trying to drive you crazy. Or it already has.

Back, forward, sideways. You couldn't tell the difference. If only there was a path anywhere...

There's a gap in the wall, through which you can see another corridor. You couldn't squeeze through. Too bad, the air seems fresher there.

The ceiling looks soggy, with barely visible thin threads hanging from it. It's better to go back.

A slightly rusted oval door, like a submarine, even with a wheel! But there was nothing interesting inside, just a couple of dead-end rooms, with the same vomit-yellow coloring. On the inside near the wheel is a stamp: «Н.И.И. Гермотех им.тов. И.П. Граблева» and below «БПЗ-011-У-Д7». Not exactly Latin, but some letters are similar.

You've been here before! You are sure! Damn labyrinth! You've been here before! Only the door is gone. Everything else is the same!

The lights flashed brightly for a moment, leaving a blur of yellow floating in front of your eyes, and then abruptly extinguished. The labyrinth was momentarily dark and silent, interrupted only by the sound of your breathing and your heart beating frantically in your chest. Weird smell, raw meat? A few moments later, the light came back on, but it was a completely different place.

All around in children's crayon drawings. Even the ceiling. It is painted so thickly that the original color of the wall is lost. Why are there so many crayons? Or is it, not crayons?

Dirty yellow floor. Dirty yellow walls. The constant dampness and hum of the fluorescent lamps. An endless maze with no beginning or end. Is this hell?

The lights flashed brightly for a moment, leaving a blur of yellow floating in front of your eyes, and then abruptly extinguished. The labyrinth was momentarily dark and silent, interrupted only by the sound of your breathing and your heart beating frantically in your chest. A few moments later, the light came back on, but it was a completely different place. It starts bothering you.

Three paths. You will go to the right.

The lights flashed brightly for a moment, leaving a blur of yellow floating in front of your eyes, and then abruptly extinguished. The labyrinth was momentarily dark and silent, interrupted only by the sound of your breathing and your heart beating frantically in your chest. A few moments later, the light came back on, but it was a completely different place. It's happening more and more often. A bad sign?

The ceiling lamps flicker chaotically and emit a constant buzzing sound that reverberates in your bones with an abominable vibration. This sound is much louder and more obtrusive than the noise of ordinary fluorescent lamps... (Perhaps the effects of concussion?) Your eyes are blurred by the endless yellow corridors with yellow carpets and the same lamps. You cover your eyes. The hum seems louder. It's even worse. You have to go.

The ceiling looks soggy, with barely visible thin threads hanging from it. You don't know what it is, although you've seen it more than once. Your gut tells you it's better not to know. It's better to go back.

You've been through here ten times already!!! The damn labyrinth is just endless. Everything is the same! You've been here before!

A hole in the floor, narrow. Just enough to break a leg.

There's a gap in the wall, through which you can see another corridor, and in the distance, there's another gap just across the way. Someone is peeking in from the other side. You hope he can't get through, either.

Through the deafening hum of the lamps came a strange noise, like a huge swarm of flies hovering over a rotting corpse. The air was already filled with a foul, putrid smell, clogging your nostrils and making you nauseous. At least it's not raw meat. A moment later, everything disappears, leaving only the familiar hum of fluorescent lights. It's ridiculous to write it off as a hallucination so many times in a row.

There was a change in the ambient rumble, an inaudible whispering could be heard through it, gradually increasing. Soon it is already wild shouts and chants in an incomprehensible language: ZSh'Shogsh gyrv chvar dylov cha ysh'pi sg yer yp zhlot'jot uk p apt zh'shoryek sh'tsokup zuker dchaoitz'ch! A minute later the deafening shouts without visible source subside, being replaced again by the hum of fluorescent lamps.

You are going back.

No, better forward.

Better not forward or backward, and this hole in the floor came just in time. It's only four meters high, and if you hang on your fingers, it's barely more than two. Let those on top of your worry about... Who are they? Why did you jump in the first place?

The lights flashed brightly for a moment, leaving a blur of yellow floating in front of your eyes, and then abruptly extinguished. The labyrinth was momentarily dark and silent, interrupted only by the sound of your breathing and your heart beating frantically in your chest. A few moments later, the light came back on, but it was a completely different place. Or the same?

Dirty yellow floor. Dirty yellow walls. The constant dampness and hum of the fluorescent lamps. An endless maze with no beginning or end.

"… Look out world, take a good look at what comes down here!"

"You must learn this lesson fast and learn it well!"

"This ain't no upwardly mobile freeway!"

"Oh no, this is the road, this is the road, this is the road to hell!"

You don't remember any other song about hell, and if you'd known beforehand... You wouldn't have gone in at all!

The ceiling looks soggy, with barely visible thin threads hanging from it. Is it just me, or are they moving slowly in my direction? It's better to go back.

The humming of the lamps becomes deafening, your eyes go dark, and reality itself vibrates all around you. Is it a delusion, a hallucination? As soon as I touch the nearest wall for support, the noise abruptly subsides, leaving behind the usual hum of fluorescent lamps. Should you keep your hand on the wall at all?

There was a change in the ambient hum, and inaudible whispers could be heard through it, gradually increasing. Soon it was wild shouts and chants in an incomprehensible language: Nyzhyapit J'ld o'zhelr efkop i yart n'rkp zhoykerp yergyo yerg zhorp yvarp chaim! A minute later, the deafening shrieks with no apparent source subside, replaced again by the hum of fluorescent lights. It sounds as if someone is choking on something.

In the corridor wall, there is a beige-tiled passageway downstairs. These tiles are especially handy for washing away the blood. The humid air smells unbearably of chlorine, and the ugly yellow wallpaper is almost dripping off the walls. Are these different places or one place? You can see through the holes that there are yellow corridors below, too, but that's down there, too. Maybe not everywhere?

Dirty yellow floor. Dirty yellow walls. The constant dampness and hum of fluorescent lamps. An endless maze with no beginning and no end. So tired of it.

The fork. Left.

You've been here before! You sure have! Damn labyrinth! You've been here before! Or...

This room wasn't here before. What is it? Such a delightful smell! Is it for you? What a beautiful gift! You promise to treasure it! (Received: Rose Glass Bottle artifact (Chalice 6))

Once you wrapped the treasure in a donated top sweater for a good cause, you were slightly relieved. Dangerous stuff. But once a coincidence, twice a coincidence... it's not a coincidence. Yellow Hell can't digest objects that carry the power of the Abode?

The yellow wallpaper, damp carpets, and randomly placed fluorescent lights everywhere. You pretend to waltz. Maybe they'll think they've reached their goal and you crazy. "Na-na-na-na-na-na. Na-na-na-na-na-na!"

Paralyzing fear prevents you from moving forward. Did that wall just move? You have to go around it.

All around in children's crayon drawings. Even the ceiling. Even the floor. How?

The humming of the lamps becomes deafening, the eyes go dark, and reality itself vibrates all around. As soon as you touch the nearest wall for support, the noise abruptly subsides, leaving behind the usual hum of fluorescent lamps. Second-degree concussion?

Dirty yellow floor. Dirty yellow walls. The constant dampness and hum of fluorescent lamps. An endless labyrinth with no beginning and no end. The end lies at the beginning, and then vice versa. Swapping places, sly bastards.

Through the deafening hum of the lamps came a strange noise, like a huge swarm of flies hovering over a rotting corpse. A foul, putrid smell spreads through the air, clogging your nostrils and making you feel nauseous. A moment later, everything disappears, leaving behind only the familiar hum of fluorescent lights. Averted the treasure, you breathed. A little relief.

Left.

All around in children's crayon drawings. Even the ceiling. The smiley faces are a little too much.

The lights flashed brightly for a moment, leaving a blur of yellow floating in front of my eyes, and then abruptly extinguished. The labyrinth instantly fell into darkness and silence, interrupted only by the sound of my breathing and my heart beating frantically in my chest. A few moments later, the light came back on, but it was a completely different place. That's it.

A hole in the floor, or rather a breach. Or even an entire canyon! On the other side, there were hundreds of floors of yellow hell. You wish you could run and jump! But who was to say there was a bottom here and that it would end at all and not go to another level of torment?

Dirty yellow floor. Dirty yellow walls. The constant dampness and hum of fluorescent lamps. An endless maze with no beginning and no end. You can't deny the architect's sophistication. It takes a lot of effort to create something like that.

You've been here before! You are sure! Damn labyrinth! You've been here before! There's a wall instead of a breach, but it's the same!

The lights flashed brightly for a moment, leaving a blur of yellow floating in front of your eyes, and then abruptly extinguished. The labyrinth was momentarily dark and silent, interrupted only by the sound of your breathing and your heart beating frantically in your chest. A few moments later, the light came back on, but it was a completely different place. Again.

Dirty yellow floor. Dirty yellow walls. The constant dampness and hum of fluorescent lamps. An endless maze with no beginning and no end. There is no end to the twists and turns.

Through the deafening hum of the lamps came a strange noise, like a huge swarm of flies hovering over a rotting corpse. The air was already filled with a vile, putrid smell, clogging your nostrils and making you feel nauseous. You sniffed the bottle and felt better. But it's better to turn.

All around in children's crayon drawings. Even the ceiling. Balloons and cake. A cake would have been nice.

A hole in the floor, or rather an open manhole hatch. It was ten meters to the bottom, and there was a corpse at the bottom. Nothing could be seen except that it was swollen on the inside. You can't go down. You can't go back up. And maybe it's buzzing from here?

You are going back.

Dirty yellow floor. Dirty yellow walls. The constant dampness and hum of the fluorescent lamps. An endless maze with no beginning or end. You wish the Forge of Days were here. To overhaul everything. Every night must end!

Through the deafening hum of the lamps came a strange noise, like a huge swarm of flies hovering over a rotting corpse. The air was already filled with a vile, putrid smell, clogging your nostrils and making you feel nauseous. It's starting to feel like these are the kind of local Influences you are just getting into as you go along. No way. Or...?

Dead end. It's been a long time since you've seen one.

The ceiling looks soggy, with barely visible thin threads hanging from it. You tossed in an empty solder packet that was uselessly taking up space. Can't see much from here, but the foil seems to be melting. Or is it corroding it?

Back and left.

Through the deafening hum of the lamps came a strange noise, like a huge swarm of flies hovering over a rotting corpse. The air was already filled with a vile, putrid smell, clogging your nostrils and making you feel nauseous. Where's the bottle? Ah, that's better! A rose smells like a rose, whether you call her a whore or not... Or was it different there?

There's a gap in the wall, through which you can see another corridor. There's no way through. What's the point? Haven't you seen corridors?

You are so tired. How much longer?! You just want to fall into the carpet and pass out! But you can't. You don't wake up. Or wake up and realize nothing has changed. You don't know which is worse. (Fatigue 1/2)

You are going right.

Oh, hole in the floor, long time no see.

Then back.

Dirty yellow floor. Dirty yellow walls. The constant dampness and hum of the fluorescent lamps. An endless maze with no beginning and no end. As usual.

You've been here before! You sure have! Damn labyrinth! You've been here before! Just when you think you are getting used to it, and again!

In the corridor wall, there is a beige-tiled passageway downstairs. These tiles are especially handy for washing away the blood. The humid air smells unbearably of chlorine. The disgusting yellow wallpaper almost drains off the walls. No, no, no. You go there yourself.

Dirty yellow floor. Dirty yellow walls. The constant dampness and hum of the fluorescent lamps. An endless maze with no beginning or end. Is this hell? Isn't hell supposed to have this purple fog, like a haze?

A hole in the floor, small, about a foot and a half thick. There's something moving underneath. You run, keeping your hand on Fang. Just let it come out.

Through the deafening hum of the lamps came a strange noise, like a huge swarm of flies hovering over a rotting corpse. The air was already filled with a vile, putrid smell, clogging your nostrils and making you feel nauseous. A moment later, everything disappeared, leaving behind only the familiar hum of fluorescent lights. You didn't even have time to take off your backpack.

There was a change in the ambient hum, and an inaudible whispering could be heard through it, gradually increasing. Soon it was wild shouts and chants in an incomprehensible language: Yufwadri vgarpi av rkkam and yydekrgui aan yen ovvr dshokovn! A minute later, the deafening cries with no apparent source subside, replaced again by the hum of fluorescent lights. It almost sounds like human speech, if you dip this same person into a clogged toilet cistern and press the drain. You've heard it before.

Tap-in-the-wall. You drank, though you didn't really feel like it. You are not going to pour it into the treasure, there's nothing to plug it with anyway.

You can spot it only out of the corner of your eye as you wander forward through the endless rooms and corridors: something is moving under the wallpaper. It's like dozens of insects, irregular insects, scurrying under the dirty yellow wallpaper every second, occasionally showing themselves out. You stay away from the walls. Something new...

Dirty yellow floor. Dirty yellow walls. The constant dampness and hum of fluorescent lamps. An endless maze with no beginning or end. Is this hell? If so, then logically, the tiled passageways are a transition to the next circle. But I'm going the other way!

There is yellow wallpaper, damp carpets, and randomly placed fluorescent lights everywhere. This damned maze is trying to drive me crazy. You saw a hall where was a lamp instead of every ceiling plate. The hum is unbelievable. Planes take off more quietly.

There was a change in the ambient hum, and an inaudible whispering could be heard through it, gradually increasing. Soon it is wild shouts and chants in an incomprehensible language: Mwepr'jltf eor dort'fzhi sj'slpt iajch zhch'p zh'spoitvrezh ts'mchit! A minute later, the deafening screams with no apparent source subside, replaced again by the hum of fluorescent lights. It was as if someone had put the words through a meat grinder and was trying to put them back in.

You are hungry. Half of the last ration was left. Then only mushrooms to try. (Exhausted: 1 food/total is 2)

Paralyzing fear prevents you from moving forward. Though, what didn't you see there? But it's still creepy, and your tongue sticks to your mouth. You have to go around.

The lights flashed brightly for a moment, leaving a blur of yellow floating in front of your eyes, and then abruptly extinguished. The labyrinth was momentarily dark and silent, interrupted only by the sound of your breathing and your heart beating frantically in your chest. A few moments later, the light came back on, but it was a completely different place. Weird place.

The corridor is as wide as a good trestle and bends counterclockwise. Every one and a half meters there is a gap in the wall, through which you can see another corridor. And another corridor. And another corridor. And another corridor. And another corridor. And another corridor. And another corridor. And another corridor. And another corridor. All different. You can't squeeze into any of them.

In the corridor wall, there is a beige-tiled passageway downstairs. These tiles are especially handy for washing away the blood. The humid air reeked unbearably of chlorine, and the ugly yellow wallpaper almost dripped off the walls. You thought about going downstairs to take a look, but the tiles were too smooth. You don't think you can get back in.

The lights flashed brightly for a moment, leaving a blur of yellow floating in front of your eyes, and then abruptly extinguished. The labyrinth was momentarily dark and silent, interrupted only by the sound of your breathing and your heart beating frantically in your chest. A few moments later, the light came back on, but it was a completely different place.

Dirty yellow floor. Dirty yellow walls. The constant dampness and hum of the fluorescent lamps. An endless maze with no beginning or end. Is there really this "other place"? Or does only perception change?

You'll go back.

All around in children's crayon drawings. Even the ceiling. Teletubbies making a cake? You never liked impressionism.

Dead end. What can you do, you'll be back.

Paralyzing fear prevents you from moving forward. You think you'll wait here and see if it doesn't blow over.

The ceiling looks soggy, with barely visible thin threads hanging from it. Just now everything was fine!

You went left. How? You don't know. The wall wasn't a wall. Or you just slipped through.

Ha. Ha ha. Or actually stayed there while the threads climb inside and melt the delicious humans! Ha-ha-ha! You can't take me, you bastards!

The lights flashed brightly for a moment, leaving a blur of yellow floating in front of your eyes, and then abruptly extinguished. The labyrinth was momentarily dark and silent, interrupted only by the sound of your breathing and your heart beating frantically in your chest. A few moments later, the light came back on, but it was a completely different place. Different place it's good. It's even habitual.

Paralyzing fear prevents you from moving forward. That's a curse. You'll have to go around.

Through the deafening hum of the lamps came a strange noise, like a huge swarm of flies hovering over a rotting corpse. A foul, putrid smell was already in the air, clogging my nostrils and making me feel nauseous. A moment later everything disappears, leaving only the familiar hum of fluorescent lights behind. Does it seem that way or not?

Arrows on the walls indicate the direction of travel. Apparently, you have to move sideways. You wouldn't have guessed it yourself. You check the wall, it was solid.

In the corridor wall, there is a beige-tiled passageway downstairs. These tiles are especially handy for washing away the blood. The humid air reeks unbearably of chlorine, and the ugly yellow wallpaper almost runs off the walls. You don't like water parks. The summer sea is a better place...

The lights flashed brightly for a moment, leaving a blur of yellow floating in front of your eyes, and then abruptly extinguished. The labyrinth was momentarily dark and silent, interrupted only by the sound of your breathing and your heart beating frantically in your chest. A few moments later, the light came back on, but it was a completely different place. You just thought: if you walk with your eyes closed, you'll be in a new place every time you open them. Maybe that's how the labyrinth blinks.

The ceiling lamps flicker chaotically and emit a constant buzzing sound that reverberates in your bones with an abominable vibration. This sound is much louder and more obtrusive than the noise of ordinary fluorescent lamps... (Perhaps the effect of the concussion?) Your eyes are blurred by the endless yellow corridors with yellow carpets and the same lamps. In fact, they are the same, but not in the same order. It's not easy to tell the difference, but it's there. If you stay here long enough, you can even learn... Heh. Heh heh. That's ridiculous.

There was a change in the ambient rumble, an inaudible whispering could be heard through it, gradually increasing. Soon it was wild shouts and chants in an incomprehensible language: HAD IT WOULD BE FADED TO FCOUP FJOPFVO IN ODIVLOPRO VEOR! A minute later, the deafening shrieks with no apparent source subside, replaced again by the hum of fluorescent lights. It sounds strangely familiar. You think it's somewhere...

Right.

The narrow, brick-lined corridor takes on a homely feel. The stench of sewage and rotting algae beckons like bee nectar. You kick the trash can off the sidewalk, watching the non-existent passageway close its jaws behind me. The alleyway is empty. It's dawn, but it's still not close to the zenith. You are back in the human world!

*sounds of heavy breathing*

Consequences:

Received:

- Witch's Kiss Oil (Heart Ingredient 8)

- Artifact "Rose Glass Bottle" (Chalice 6)

- Some mushrooms? from hell.

- 2 X Juicy fruit-eyes from hell.

- A bottle of water from Tap-in-the-Wall, from hell.

- A handful of yellow rubble (reeks of damp carpeting) from hell.

Effects:

- Concussion (-1 to all stats and actions in the next 2 turns)

- 2 X Psychosis + Paranoia (-2 to Mind's actions till cure)

- Severe Fatigue (-1 to Body Action next turn)

Wandering on the other side...

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