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Level 0 - Red Rooms (REMASTERED)

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The following is a document containing one of the many notes in Gary Miller's journal from July 6th, 1991, to September 10th, 1993. Additional notes will be added if necessary. Please note that some information may not be accurate as Gary Miller's primary language was German, and each document was roughly translated into English.
PAGE 25:
I am now in hell.
The walls are angry. The walls keep knocking. I'm scared, but the walls don't care if I'm scared.
[ A drawing below illustrates a man with no eyes, most likely a self-portrait. ]
PAGE 26:
Although the buzzing is louder and the room is brighter, my hunger isn't any worse. I can still feel the state of decay my body has experienced so far, but it's as if it has stopped. These rooms are rewiring my body to feel nothing. I don't know if I should be joyous or scared.
It sounds like the walls are knocking in morse code. I can't tell what they are saying. I forgot how to translate that kind of stuff months ago. I can only hope that I am not missing out on directions.
[ Pages 27 and 28 are filled with rough map sketches, along with blots of various, unreadable chicken scratch. ]
PAGE 29:
The walls, they know I need help. I figured out their ways of talking. They knock once for left, two for right, three times for forward. It took what seemed like days to understand, but I finally figured it out.
They are taking me somewhere new. Somewhere I've never seen before. I can tell it's new. These rooms and halls get thinner and yellower by the minute. I think I'm finally finding a way out. I'm sure of it.
PAGE 30:
They took me to a hall. A very long hall. One that looks like it never ends. I think I traversed through this hall for a few hours now, and I've taken a break as my legs have given out. I need to rest.
I've knocked back a few times to see if I can communicate with them, but I can't tell if they can hear me. Somehow, they know when I'm trying to fall asleep. When I'm lying down, their knocks become quiet, almost silent. I think they care. Maybe they're leading me to a way out. Or maybe they're taking me to my death.
I will add a note once I reach the end of the hallway after my rest. If this is my last note, I am dead.
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PAGE 25:
I am now in hell.
The walls are angry. The walls keep knocking. I'm scared, but the walls don't care if I'm scared.
[ A drawing below illustrates a man with no eyes, most likely a self-portrait. ]
PAGE 26:
Although the buzzing is louder and the room is brighter, my hunger isn't any worse. I can still feel the state of decay my body has experienced so far, but it's as if it has stopped. These rooms are rewiring my body to feel nothing. I don't know if I should be joyous or scared.
It sounds like the walls are knocking in morse code. I can't tell what they are saying. I forgot how to translate that kind of stuff months ago. I can only hope that I am not missing out on directions.
[ Pages 27 and 28 are filled with rough map sketches, along with blots of various, unreadable chicken scratch. ]
PAGE 29:
The walls, they know I need help. I figured out their ways of talking. They knock once for left, two for right, three times for forward. It took what seemed like days to understand, but I finally figured it out.
They are taking me somewhere new. Somewhere I've never seen before. I can tell it's new. These rooms and halls get thinner and yellower by the minute. I think I'm finally finding a way out. I'm sure of it.
PAGE 30:
They took me to a hall. A very long hall. One that looks like it never ends. I think I traversed through this hall for a few hours now, and I've taken a break as my legs have given out. I need to rest.
I've knocked back a few times to see if I can communicate with them, but I can't tell if they can hear me. Somehow, they know when I'm trying to fall asleep. When I'm lying down, their knocks become quiet, almost silent. I think they care. Maybe they're leading me to a way out. Or maybe they're taking me to my death.
I will add a note once I reach the end of the hallway after my rest. If this is my last note, I am dead.
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DISCORD:
SPOTIFY:
INSTAGRAM:
TIKTOK:
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You can use these songs for whatever you want, my friend! Just make sure to give credit, please!
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