>>6324392
Really, is it even close? When your choices are between a deceitful manipulator, an abusive captor, and falling to an unfortunate doom, you’re going to choose the one who is most likely to keep you alive. So as you feel the barrier surround you, break, you run as you have never run before, towards the power suffused with warmth. It feels as if you’re leaping from the moon towards the sun, and despite the moon's best efforts to hold you back, it cannot compete with the combined force of you and Alice. It’s only natural that the choice you make leads you down the correct path, for it is your choice and you are always right.

Even if it leads to indescribable pain as your body is torn between two entities of monstrous power. It hurts.

It hurts a lot.

Then, the feeling of being torn apart is gone. You feel normal, other than the harsh lights that force your closed eyes open. You make a rather ignoble face as your body adapts to many new sensations. The place you’ve found yourself in is alien, smelly, loud, and quite yellow. A stained, and moist (ew), carpet cradles your back before you stand and look around. As you do so, you notice that something is deeply wrong with this place. Very deeply wrong. A sea of yellow is laid out before your eyes, or well, it would be if not for the mad layout of disjointed walls and doorways. Somehow, you’ve managed to find yourself in a labyrinth that only the most insane of wizards could imagine.

As the fog of your mind vanishes, you begin to process what just happened to you and come to the quick realization that this must be a dream; your body is likely still in the public grounds. Naturally, you pinch yourself. Unnaturally, you don’t wake up. Ah. That is not good. Your next move is to check your gear, and thankfully, not a single one of your hidden weapons has gone missing, so at the very least, no wizard has robbed you during your slumber, nor has Alice or Dorothy disarmed you. Both would have been a shame to your honor, which is currently only slightly, very slightly mind you, tarnished.

Well, whatever it is you need to be is not here, so you pick a direction and walk.

…

How long has it been? Hours? Days? Months? Years?

Well, no. You’ve counted to about 761 in your head, so however long that is. You’re not sure you’ve made much progress, as all the “rooms” and corridors are so strikingly similar, with only a few devices, Strangetech most likely, that are scattered throughout. You turned a dial on one, and it clicked and created a blue fire under some metal bars, most definitely Strangetech. Just where the hell has Alice brought you?

Did she even bring you? Or is this? No, it’s probably best not to ponder that, not while you’re currently in hostile(?) territory. You sniff the air. No, this is definitely hostile territory, at least to your senses. But how is it that you’ll get out of it?

>>723667491
Procedural generation, backrooms indie game.

no ohio trannys? =(

>>213837948
are you retarded? you dont know what the backrooms is?

>>211982760
oliko takahuonevideoita? nää kauhistuttaa aina

Extradimensional folding.
Like holy shit, if you need more space just build another floor, you cunts.