- Local time
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- Age
- 28
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Somewhere within the deepest corners of the dark web lies a familiar website. From layout to design and unlimited access to videos and shorts; This is Tubeyou. Within Tubeyou, on an account with a few hundred devotees, plays a crackling introduction video.
"My name is Razz Ryder, a hunter hired by the M.E.G to kick some entity ASS" The man is suddenly interrupted by a voice off screen. "William, why have you brought your phone? As I warned you prior to this shift, electronics should be limited to necessary tools such as essence extractors and heart monitors." "Doc, please.." Razz, or William, clears his throat. "Don't mind the pale guy behind me, he's technically my boss. Anyways, you guys can call me Razz, and I will be the first hunter to ever kill an entity!"
You change tabs to view the most recent videos. After all, this poorly recorded introduction is not the content you're looking for. Instead, you open the most recent upload, and watch as the video begins, your screen shifting and crackling, as though something more lies behind the glass.
"Razz here! As I'm sure the title suggests, today I'll be giving my honest review of backroom levels in real time!" William is walking through The Lobby, carpet and walls tainted with a sickly yellow, one all too reminiscent of some piece of your past. Perhaps your grandmother's house, or some equally distant memory. Beside him is a man reaching to about shoulder level of William, his head is lowered as he makes checks on a version of a tablet you cannot recognize, ghastly white strands near the top of his head coil upward in the form of a cowlick, which he presses down every so often with growing irritation. When he does look up to the camera, his eyes are obscured by round, deeply tinted glasses. "I do implore you to keep your mind clear and remain vigilant of your surroundings." Octavius insisted. William was quite the contrast to Octavius; Where Octavius was thin, pale, and generally neutral, William was stocky, sun-kissed, and brimming with energy.
"Don't sweat it, I'm always on guard for something to beat the crap out of." William grinned, and Octavius only lowered his head back to his tablet. "Anyways, this is The Lobby. Just back there is the M.E.G portal, see?" The camera pans around wildly, taking no clear shots of any one direction until it is facing forward. "The Lobby is pretty chill, not really much to do. You see the occasional Insanity – Doc says those are dead people." "They are humans who have gone mad during overexposure to insanity and severe lack of almond water to combat said insanity." Octavius corrected off screen in a slightly annoyed tone. "Right! Anyways, you don't really see much around here in the way of monsters. Or anything. Just endless yellow ass rooms, sometimes there's spots where the lights are off. But yeah, boring. I'd give it a solid eight out of ten for safety and because it's the only way to get back ho—" The screens crackling worsens and for a moment all video turns black. After a moment or two, it continues. "—and I have warned you ceaselessly to fight back those types of impulses. You are distracting from my research and worse, you have put us in a level where no research can be conducted." Octavius appeared to be lecturing William, the video's camera was crooked and low ground – it appears that it's lying on the ground recording the two while they spoke. "Sorry, sorry. I really didn't mean to." William hurries over to the device and picks it up, grinning into the camera. "I sneezed a little too hard and it clipped us to twenty-seven. Another crazy boring level." This time, as he pans the camera, you see wood panel walls and endless rooms stretching into distant darkness. Faintly, you the sound of light knocking in the near distance. Muffled, as though on the opposite side of one of the walls. "Some call it The Woodrooms. I get it. I'd give this place a generous four. No entities to fight so it's safe. But the knocking drives me crazy." The panning camera reaches Octavius, tablet clutched in hand, his head slightly crooked. "Focus—"
A sudden cut. The video is mostly blurred due to the intensity of William's sprint, however it looks as though he has Octavius over his shoulder. Not many details can be ascertained by the video, except that the lights overhead are a deep and flashing red. "Level-!" William barks between exhausted gasps, it sounds as though he's been running forever. "Deathrun! Zero! Zero out of… a hundred!" William's camera is suddenly snatched by Octavius, who begins recording a horde of unidentifiable creatures chasing them on the ground, along the walls, and even on the ceiling of the red hallway. "We are nearly at the ten-mile mark, William!" He barks in that placid tone. "Look at those beauties…" Octavius' voice is strained as he speaks, likely the pressure of Williams armored shoulder against his stomach. "How I'd love to pick them apart— t— take— rip— rr—"
You sigh, watching the video chatter and break away at random. When it becomes Solid again, you see Octavius in a blur as he runs down the red hall. He is silent in his sprint, his breath controlled inhales through his nose, and sharp exhales from his mouth.
Another cut in the video and William is grinning into the camera, drenched in his own sweat. "The good thing about Deathrun is if you clip through once, you won't ever see it again. So, I think I'll change my answer to a confident one out of ten. But man, you guys are in for a treat today." He wipes his forehead against the cuffs of his sweater peaking out from the strapped arm guards. The camera pans swiftly across a blue tinted isle with a large selection of snacks. He pans up for a moment, to the ceiling, where many screens display the night sky. "Snackrooms baby." He chuckles, "Or, Doc said it was called the Sky Snackshop." He pulls open one of the fridges to grab a few waters. "I haven't been here before, but Doc says its safe as long as there's no thunderstorms. I gotta say, after almost getting eaten alive by, like a thousand entities, this is the best level I've ever seen. I have to give it a ten – actually, maybe a nine. Since there is still a way to die. But overall? Sick place to wind up." "William!" Octavius interrupts. "I've located the yellow door. The faceling manager inside will show us the exit. Hurry up." As William hastily zips his bag up, the camera cuts suddenly.
Now, the video displays an endless dark sky, raindrops tap along the screen and the wooden dock beneath it. In the distance, you can hear splashing, gasping, gurgling. Then, you hear steps along the wooden dock. Octavius reaches down, picking up the device. "I did warn him to remain vigilant." He groans. "Let us note that the hunter died on level seven. He clearly lied on his resume, as he pleaded during his death that he could not swim. Naturally, I did not follow suit." Octavius raised his glasses, his eyes an unremarkable dark brown. "Vanessa, I will be uploading this for your review. Use it to strike fear in the next hunter you find me. I will have no more imbeciles in my charge."
The video ends, and you pinch the bridge of your nose. With a slight smile, you turn back to the person behind you, trying to gauge their response. When they say nothing, you take the initiative to break the silence.
"Well, do you know how to swim?"
"My name is Razz Ryder, a hunter hired by the M.E.G to kick some entity ASS" The man is suddenly interrupted by a voice off screen. "William, why have you brought your phone? As I warned you prior to this shift, electronics should be limited to necessary tools such as essence extractors and heart monitors." "Doc, please.." Razz, or William, clears his throat. "Don't mind the pale guy behind me, he's technically my boss. Anyways, you guys can call me Razz, and I will be the first hunter to ever kill an entity!"
You change tabs to view the most recent videos. After all, this poorly recorded introduction is not the content you're looking for. Instead, you open the most recent upload, and watch as the video begins, your screen shifting and crackling, as though something more lies behind the glass.
"Razz here! As I'm sure the title suggests, today I'll be giving my honest review of backroom levels in real time!" William is walking through The Lobby, carpet and walls tainted with a sickly yellow, one all too reminiscent of some piece of your past. Perhaps your grandmother's house, or some equally distant memory. Beside him is a man reaching to about shoulder level of William, his head is lowered as he makes checks on a version of a tablet you cannot recognize, ghastly white strands near the top of his head coil upward in the form of a cowlick, which he presses down every so often with growing irritation. When he does look up to the camera, his eyes are obscured by round, deeply tinted glasses. "I do implore you to keep your mind clear and remain vigilant of your surroundings." Octavius insisted. William was quite the contrast to Octavius; Where Octavius was thin, pale, and generally neutral, William was stocky, sun-kissed, and brimming with energy.
"Don't sweat it, I'm always on guard for something to beat the crap out of." William grinned, and Octavius only lowered his head back to his tablet. "Anyways, this is The Lobby. Just back there is the M.E.G portal, see?" The camera pans around wildly, taking no clear shots of any one direction until it is facing forward. "The Lobby is pretty chill, not really much to do. You see the occasional Insanity – Doc says those are dead people." "They are humans who have gone mad during overexposure to insanity and severe lack of almond water to combat said insanity." Octavius corrected off screen in a slightly annoyed tone. "Right! Anyways, you don't really see much around here in the way of monsters. Or anything. Just endless yellow ass rooms, sometimes there's spots where the lights are off. But yeah, boring. I'd give it a solid eight out of ten for safety and because it's the only way to get back ho—" The screens crackling worsens and for a moment all video turns black. After a moment or two, it continues. "—and I have warned you ceaselessly to fight back those types of impulses. You are distracting from my research and worse, you have put us in a level where no research can be conducted." Octavius appeared to be lecturing William, the video's camera was crooked and low ground – it appears that it's lying on the ground recording the two while they spoke. "Sorry, sorry. I really didn't mean to." William hurries over to the device and picks it up, grinning into the camera. "I sneezed a little too hard and it clipped us to twenty-seven. Another crazy boring level." This time, as he pans the camera, you see wood panel walls and endless rooms stretching into distant darkness. Faintly, you the sound of light knocking in the near distance. Muffled, as though on the opposite side of one of the walls. "Some call it The Woodrooms. I get it. I'd give this place a generous four. No entities to fight so it's safe. But the knocking drives me crazy." The panning camera reaches Octavius, tablet clutched in hand, his head slightly crooked. "Focus—"
A sudden cut. The video is mostly blurred due to the intensity of William's sprint, however it looks as though he has Octavius over his shoulder. Not many details can be ascertained by the video, except that the lights overhead are a deep and flashing red. "Level-!" William barks between exhausted gasps, it sounds as though he's been running forever. "Deathrun! Zero! Zero out of… a hundred!" William's camera is suddenly snatched by Octavius, who begins recording a horde of unidentifiable creatures chasing them on the ground, along the walls, and even on the ceiling of the red hallway. "We are nearly at the ten-mile mark, William!" He barks in that placid tone. "Look at those beauties…" Octavius' voice is strained as he speaks, likely the pressure of Williams armored shoulder against his stomach. "How I'd love to pick them apart— t— take— rip— rr—"
You sigh, watching the video chatter and break away at random. When it becomes Solid again, you see Octavius in a blur as he runs down the red hall. He is silent in his sprint, his breath controlled inhales through his nose, and sharp exhales from his mouth.
Another cut in the video and William is grinning into the camera, drenched in his own sweat. "The good thing about Deathrun is if you clip through once, you won't ever see it again. So, I think I'll change my answer to a confident one out of ten. But man, you guys are in for a treat today." He wipes his forehead against the cuffs of his sweater peaking out from the strapped arm guards. The camera pans swiftly across a blue tinted isle with a large selection of snacks. He pans up for a moment, to the ceiling, where many screens display the night sky. "Snackrooms baby." He chuckles, "Or, Doc said it was called the Sky Snackshop." He pulls open one of the fridges to grab a few waters. "I haven't been here before, but Doc says its safe as long as there's no thunderstorms. I gotta say, after almost getting eaten alive by, like a thousand entities, this is the best level I've ever seen. I have to give it a ten – actually, maybe a nine. Since there is still a way to die. But overall? Sick place to wind up." "William!" Octavius interrupts. "I've located the yellow door. The faceling manager inside will show us the exit. Hurry up." As William hastily zips his bag up, the camera cuts suddenly.
Now, the video displays an endless dark sky, raindrops tap along the screen and the wooden dock beneath it. In the distance, you can hear splashing, gasping, gurgling. Then, you hear steps along the wooden dock. Octavius reaches down, picking up the device. "I did warn him to remain vigilant." He groans. "Let us note that the hunter died on level seven. He clearly lied on his resume, as he pleaded during his death that he could not swim. Naturally, I did not follow suit." Octavius raised his glasses, his eyes an unremarkable dark brown. "Vanessa, I will be uploading this for your review. Use it to strike fear in the next hunter you find me. I will have no more imbeciles in my charge."
The video ends, and you pinch the bridge of your nose. With a slight smile, you turn back to the person behind you, trying to gauge their response. When they say nothing, you take the initiative to break the silence.
"Well, do you know how to swim?"