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Survival Difficulty: Class 2
》Unsafe
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》Non-Entity Hazards

Level 192 is the 193rd level of the Backrooms.

An image of Level 192.

Description

Level 192 is an extensive mazelike structure composed entirely of an amorphous rotating mass of steel chains. The space one can traverse in the level is dictated purely by the shape created by said chains in each area at a given time, with most spaces being tight, claustrophobic, and occasionally, too small for one to properly through. Spherical lamps are present in the level, hanging from chains at even intervals, serving as the level's only light source.

The mass of chains in Level 192 rotates clockwise at an approximate speed of seven RPM (revolutions per minute), enough for one to walk or crawl through the tunnels without significant difficulty. It is imperative, however, that one maintains a steady pace whilst traveling through the passages of the level; standing or lying still can cause a loss of balance as a result of the rotation, which can potentially result in injuries due to falling on the moving chains.

The mechanism by which the rotation occurs is currently unknown; all attempts at parting, sawing, or breaking the links have yielded no results thus far. It appears that nothing else is present under the first layer of chains, other than, unsurprisingly, more chains. No solid structures, including walls or floors, have yet been discovered underneath. It is worthwhile to note that the level's temperature remains at a humid 30° C (86° F), leaving the level habitable, albeit uncomfortably warm. The source of the temperature has not been yet discovered.

Wanderers who have spent a substantial amount of time in Level 192 have reported that there must be other, undiscovered elements within the level. Whilst the sound of metallic grinding is commonplace, more uncanny sounds, such as distant machinery and cogs grinding, have also been reported. The origin of these sounds is unknown, but their existence only strengthens the aforementioned theory of there being more to be discovered.

Certain sections of Level 192 have been found to be unstable; in these areas, gaps may open in the floor at random, swallowing any wanderers above. It is unknown what occurs after one falls through, as the moving chains quickly close up the gap and continue revolving, the metallic grinding obscuring any attempts at communication. In all cases thus far, those that have fallen through have never been recovered.

Entities

There is one currently known entity on Level 192, that being the Steelhead.

Steelheads

Steelheads are snakelike entities that camouflage themselves amongst the chains in Level 192. These entities appear to be a subspecies of the Dendroaspis polylepis (black mamba), similar in color and shape to the chains found in the level. These venomous entities camouflage themselves by hitching onto a link and waiting for unsuspecting wanderers to pass by overhead. Steelheads typically reside in the more claustrophobic areas of Level 192, presumably for ease of hunting. They typically apprehend their prey by grappling at the victim's legs and quickly pulling them under the chains.

Colonies and Outposts

Due to the claustrophobic and ranging conditions of Level 192, colonies and outposts are considered infeasible to create, though some undiscovered colonies may exist in the level.

Entrances and Exits

Entrances

  • One can enter Level 192 by chance via the door in Level 332.
  • Other entrances to Level 192 have been theorized to exist in Level 3 and Level 47.

Exits

Constant exits are difficult to come across in this level; however, one has been discovered thus far:

Recovered Log

The following is a one-to-one transcript of a log discovered in Level 192, written by an unknown wanderer.


I stumble through these chained halls unbounded,

For I am but a prisoner of Hell;

Chained walls contain me whilst I remain free.

My initial stumble changed to a glide,

Ambulating through these shaped corridors

became but facile as I acclimate

to the Chained surfaces surrounding me.

The infrequent one catches on my foot

But I pay no mind; its fault it is not.


My ultimate destination unknown,

I amble on, beseeching for the Chains

to part and make a way for an exit.

However, I ken this may be futile.

Wherefore am I hoping to reach an end?

What happens may just be extraneous,

As am I not already in Hell now?

Am I the one imprisoned; or rather,

Are the Chains confined, and I the warden?

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