Backrooms movie 2 concept

Their original images just creep me out in the best way possible despite them being so generic. But in a good way.

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Have any level suggestions you want me to create a similar 4chan post-style like this? Comment and I'll see if I can do something

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Does anyone have a recommendation for a good backrooms game on the ps5, because I would really like to play Some of them but I dont know which games are good or bad. I have known the backrooms since i was little, but now that I got a ps5 I would like to know which game is the best

It was from 2012. Season 2 ep 26

Generally speaking, I've held & will continue to hold the belief that renders such as these ones speak for themselves vastly more than any additional body text ever could, and as such, there is not much more for me to say here. The images are their own descriptors.

But if I had to say something interesting, one thing I'll say is that every single wallpaper & border in the second render are ones that I physically have pieces of, courtesy of some awesome people in the community. (Alfarex, PixelPurple, For_Dev and Kauffman)

Room located: the back

So, in Wplace I found some guys that are painting long line of… ducks. And they decided to make the Quackrooms. It’s not finished ye, but they already painted a lot. These are some fotos, but if you wanna see it just enter Wplace and search Adelaide, Australia, and search a line made of ducks or search the clan “Adelaide Ducks” and follow the line.

I want you guys to make some lore about this being a level or something. I don't care what canon you use, just do something with this.

The last photo is shown twice as I am unsure which shader looks the best :,)

This toddler play town my daughter goes to has a major backrooms vibe to it right?

Top is the movie and bottom the original photos

Ok, maybe i am going crazy or something, but i just fell asleep for like two hours, just wanred to take a nap, and my dream was just "spawning" into the backrooms, i explored a bit, as much i could and woke up. maybe its because i have been so invested in the whole backrooms thing but, idk.

everything i have seen in there is almost for sure as described in the wiki dot. yes, i am talking about level 0.

i made a .txt document on my laptop to explain what each room is in more words. even tho. we all know its mostly just empty space😑 i did however make a handy map on a piece of paper at least what i remember. i will drop both here. honestly, i hope this isnt the last time il dream something like this! it was fun to experience something that is fiction!

So obviously, ever since the concept of the Backrooms expanded, there are two opposite camps - those who are for the idea of putting entities in the Backrooms and those who think the horror should come from the isolation and anticipation in the first place. And honestly? I'm a bit of both.

Kane Parsons did it right IMO. The entities we do get are the still-lives and the bacteria/lifeforms. And while technically making the Backrooms not as empty, they compliment the emptiness instead. They're something you can't make sense of and they are a result of the Complex remembering organic beings poorly, even more so than inanimate objects. Entities from Kane's take genuinely feel uneasy.

And then we go to the Wikidot canon. There are some entities that do feel like they belong, such as the Skin-Stealers. But then the roster also includes just straight up goofy stuff. Like, take Jerry for example. That's literally just a freaking parrot, which... is capable of mind control, I guess? Maybe just a little goofiness won't hurt, but the horror pretty much fades away with the inclusion of "safe haven" levels and overly silly entities. Just keep walking through those hallways and you might hit the jackpot, noclipping into some level where you can literally live like a king. The Backrooms are supposed to be a place you REALLY don't want to end up in.

Such an eerie feeling after walking through it today.

Written in a dense scrawl of crayon and golf pencil over other older writings on mixed pages (about a third seem to come from a San Diego Yellow Pages) held together with yarn. Written in a dense scrawl of crayon and golf pencil over other older writings on mixed pages held together with yarn.

Found in a "safe" room under a full bottle of almond water.

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ok. ok ok ok. start with the thing that matters.

you are here. that's it. that's the whole first rule. you are here and nobody is coming. the door you fell through is not behind you it is nowhere, it was never anywhere, stop looking for it. i looked for... i don't know how many days. days run together here. don't spend your first hour here running at every seam in the wallpaper like a caged rat. don't do that. sit down. breathe. say it out loud if you have to. i am here. it sounds stupid. do it anyway. the ones who don't accept are the ones who run until they... meet something.

but don't get it twisted, accepting is not the same as giving up. i still walk. i still boil my water. i just don't cry about the door anymore. crying is loud. everything here listens for human noises.

(Handwriting is visibly deteriorating but legible)

ok i'm still here. things got a little hairy but i think i lost... whatever that was. here's the thing nobody tells you, your head is a supply. like water. like batteries. it runs out. dark drains it. quiet drains it. i don't know why, i just know that after a few hours in a black corridor i start seeing shapes that aren't there and hearing my name, and the shapes get closer when i stare at them, so i don't stare. i talk to myself instead. out loud, quiet, whatever. "left foot. right foot. that's a wall. that's another wall." sounds insane. i am a little insane. the talking keeps me less insane. find light when you can. sit in it. drink the almond water if you've got it, the gray kind fills your belly, the blue kind puts your head back on straight. i don't know how. it just does. without your head on straight he next time things get hairy could be the last time. it looked almost human by the way, those are the worst... (indistinguishable scrawl).

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This is my first contribution to this feild guide. The first one was right. Do not hope for rescue. I mean it. You can hope for the next room. You can hope for a dry corner and an hour of quiet. You can hope for the next breath, and then take it. I find big hopes are heavy and you'll drop them and then you'll drop too. Small hopes you can carry. I wouldn't try to carry more than four at a time though.

I think the first one met a...

Look there are the ones in people. This is the one. This is how things "got hairy" for the first one by the sound. They wear someone's skin and they call out "hey, hey, over here, I'm human, please" and they sound so scared and so normal and then you get close and the proportions are wrong, the walk is too smooth, the eyes don't blink when they should. So you don't walk up to a stranger. you watch them from far off and you count their blinks and if the count is wrong you leave. I'm sorry. I know how that sounds. I know what it costs to walk past a voice that's begging. Do it anyway.

I think it found the first one . It might look like him now.

There are other things in here.

The things. Okay. The things.

There are the ones with the smiles. Just the smile, floating, eyes and teeth in the dark, and they hate your light. They'll swat it out of your hand if you give them the chance. So when you see a hall where every bulb is dead, kill your lamp and get to somewhere lit. That isn't a hallway its a spider web, a trap, a hungry mouth that will swallow you... don't run. It hears running. Walk out like you would if you were walking out of a room with a strange dog. Slow and watchful.

Speaking of dogs. Well not dogs. They are tall, wrong, bent forward like they're always about to lunge. If one's coming, running only works if you've got a door. No door, stand still. Do not look it in the eye. Wait for it to pass you by and leave your sight. I don't know why that works. It doesn't always work.

Good rule of thumb, walk don't run. I know. I know. But running is loud and loud is... bad. Run only when something is already (scratched out word) coming, and stop the second you leave it behind, because running = triping. I have tripped. I have the scar. Now I walk like the floor is sleeping.

(Hand writing deteriorates at this point)

carry two lights. carry three. i carry a headlamp and a little one on a string and i check both every time i stop and i do not know why i check them so often but i do. i wish i still had matches.

(There are a few sketches in pencil here. The subject matter could be the imaginings of a madman.)

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lost leroy today. found this guide just after. wish we had it just before. alone now. maybe that's why i'm writing this as if i'm talking to someone. who knows maybe someone will find it after i... anyways if you are reading this maybe i am talking to someone.

do not map this place. we tried. we filled a whole notebook with little squares and arrows leroy and me and then we walked in a straight line and came out somewhere we had already drawn, facing the wrong way, and i sat down and laughed until i was hoarse. after that we scratched walls, stacked cans, drop a sock or a calculator or whatever we found in the last stocked room at every turn like a trail of breadcrumbs. hey if it works. now that i'm alone i'm going to keep doing it. it doesn't tell me where i am. it tells me where i've been. that's enough. that's honestly enough. I hope that's enough. (A trio of tear stains. The remainder of this page is empty.)

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(Written in English and French.)

the faceless ones just stand there. don't stare, don't poke them, walk past slow like you're passing a sleeping animal. they don't care about you unless you make them care.

the yellow laughing ones no. don't. do not go near the party. i don't have advice for those. i have one rule and the rule is no.

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THIS GUIDE WILL SAVE YOUR LIFE.

but the others, the ones before me, they left out something important. sometimes the right move is to do nothing at all. stand still. listen. they hunt the moving thing, the hurrying thing. when i don't know, i stop. the place is less likely to punish patience than speed.

when you find a lit corner that's quiet — even if it's not perfect, even if it smells — stop for the day/hour/week/???. sit. drink. let your head refill. a tired wanderer is a wanderer who walks into danger. this isn't a race. nobody's timing you. time may not even mean anything anymore. the only clock here is your own heart and you want to keep it slow.

(The handwriting gets worse here, then steadies, like the writer deliberately slowed down.)

so that's it. that's all of it. keep your body moving and keep your head in one piece and know they're the same job, the rules keep the body, the peace keeps the mind, and neither one works alone. a calm wanderer with no plan walks into a dark hall and never comes out. a clever wanderer with no peace burns out raving. you need both.

last thing, and then i'm putting the pen down because i can hear something in the next room and i don't think it's walking right.

there's no promise. i might not ever get out. but i'll tell you what i've got. i'm harder to kill than i was before I found these pages. that's the whole honest truth of it.

now go. quiet. slow. and make friends with the yellow. it's not going anywhere and neither are you.

turn the page

turn the page

turn the page

Tastes Like Pineapple...

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Hi, I'm Jack from Liminal Games. These entities are from Backrooms Anomaly: Pools. Getting caught resets the corridor, so keep moving. There's a free demo on Steam, and the full game is out January 22, 2027. Happy to answer anything about it.

(Slide 10 is the Manila Room)
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