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Description

Entity 67, nicknamed Partygoers, refers to the majority of individuals infected by Sanguine Festivus Virus (SFV). Their appearance is largely consistent, resembling hobbling, wasting husks covered with a large cloth. Their self-inflicted injuries often bleed through the yellowed sheets, leaving a smile-like stain over their face. Why infected victims display these behaviors so consistently remains unknown, though it is theorized that the SFV pathogen may contain some anomalous, mind-altering property that drives the behavior of victims to such a degree of similarity. Interestingly, those infected outside The Party Rooms do not follow these behaviors, instead lumbering around with their injuries unobscured.

Individuals with late-stage SFV fixate on locating and feeding on living beings, primarily other wanderers, both as a means of spreading the virus further and coping with their insatiable hunger. This behavior often leads to violent attacks, causing rapid transmission to survivors. Their aggressive demeanor remains consistent even when encountering other carriers of the virus, fortunately preventing the formation of groups. Carriers of SFV exhibit clear symptoms that can be easily spotted if one is aware of what to look for; common indicators include low, unintelligible murmurs and a sluggish, swaying gait. Due to their unpredictable behavior, getting within arm's reach of an infected host is exceedingly dangerous and should be avoided at all costs.

A microscopic view of the Sanguine Festivus pathogen.

Virology

Sanguine Festivus Virus (SFV) is an anomalous infectious disease caused by a viral pathogen lingering throughout Level Fun. It has a relatively quick incubation period, with victims often experiencing initial symptoms within a matter of hours after infection, although its initial stages are easy to misdiagnose. At a microscopic level, the pathogen seems to anomalously recur in fractal-like formations, spiraling indefinitely into ever-smaller structures. It is not known how or why the virus maintains this form, as it is far removed from the structure of any other known organism.

While most of Level Fun carries little presumed risk of contracting SFV, significant caution must be taken when entering The Party Rooms due to the increased presence of the pathogen. Reports of tiredness, aching, and other early signs of infection are occasionally reported by those exploring it, with many cases quickly worsening over time. Further investigation has revealed that, rather than the strains being a foreign body introduced by wanderers, the level appears to propagate the virus itself; how exactly this process occurs is currently unknown, but it presents a significant hazard due to the infection's contagious nature. Efforts to locate and quarantine those who escape The Party Rooms have achieved minimal success due to its lack of a consistent exit point, but further options are soon to be explored. Infected individuals often do not manage to exit the level past Stage Two of the virus, instead being left to wander the level's halls as a mere husk, searching for wanderers unlucky enough to stumble upon them.

Stages

SFV is comprised of four progressive stages following initial contamination, becoming more severe with time. As the virus progresses, cognitive abilities significantly deteriorate, leaving wanderers with little to no control over their actions as animalistic shells of their former selves.

Stage One (The Incubation Period)

Stage One often goes unnoticed by infected individuals, simply involving mild feelings of soreness, tiredness, and aching. The sensation has been described as no worse than a stomachache, with light cramping and irritation taking place in the first few hours after infection. As such, the infection often goes entirely unnoticed at this stage, with the majority of individuals progressing into the second stage before their symptoms become apparent.

Stage Two (The Critical Period)

Stage Two involves gradually worsening symptoms, with infected individuals often reporting decreases in energy, growing feelings of irritation and hunger, and generally clouded mental functions. Awareness of infection in this stage is crucial, as early and effective action can prevent or halt its continued development. In many cases, wanderers have managed to recover from Stage Two of SFV by quarantining themselves from further exposure to the strain. Victims often experience an intensified feeling of hunger, causing them to rapidly consume any sources of food they have access to. Other symptoms in this stage involve increased feelings of anxiety, aching in various parts of the body (primarily the teeth), and a general desire to be near other wanderers. As Stage Two progresses, the sensation of hunger only worsens, with no amount of nourishment managing to satisfy it. Infected victims often resort to consuming nearby objects once all edible sources have been depleted, regardless of their lack of nutrients. The agonizing hunger often pushes victims to perform voluntary self-cannibalization, marking their progression into Stage Three and serving as the point of no return.

Stage Three (The Terminal Period)

The chances of recovery from Stage Three and beyond are slim to none. In this stage, the growing sensation of hunger becomes unbearable and takes complete hold of an individual's mind. One's self-control and sense of morality are compromised in the search for sustenance; in desperation, victims will begin to self-cannibalize, progressing from their hair to their fingers and lips. Agony and fear are prevalent as they begin to lose their hold on reality, drifting in and out of lucidity in states of derealization. Their suffering and mental warfare remain until the infection eventually takes full control of their limbic system. The victim is reduced to a vessel for the virus as they progress into Stage Four, their actions driven solely by the desire to survive.

A victim in the final stage of SFV.

Stage Four (The Reclamation Period)

Stage Four marks the victim's transition from sapience to complete mental deterioration. An individual in this stage is thought to have no remaining higher-level cognition. Little humanity remains aside from their appearance, which is often likened to a husk once the infection has taken total control over its host. Victims are known to begin quietly babbling at this stage, making incomprehensible noises under their breath as they wander. Due to their commonly damaged or obscured vision, infected individuals typically depend on auditory cues as a means of navigation. This stage also serves as the distinction between Partygoers and basic carriers; this is primarily determined by their location, as those within The Party Rooms strangely take to covering themselves with a tablecloth and waiting until they encounter another living being, more akin to an entity than a wanderer.

Distinguishing Features
Carriers Partygoers
Present across several levels Present only in The Party Rooms
Still considered human Considered an entity by most
Injuries are visible Features are obscured with a cloth
Move with stiff, clumsy steps
The babbling of a carrier.
Move in a deliberate wading motion
The babbling of a Partygoer.

Guidelines

Do:

  • Remember the warning signs of SFV and where it may be lingering.
  • Keep a reasonable distance away from anyone who may be infected with SFV.

Do Not:

  • Risk contamination or infection in any way.
  • Attempt to make contact with an infected individual in any way; if you can hear them, you are too close.
  • Make noise near a wanderer in the late stages of SFV; they primarily rely on sound to identify others.

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“My eyelids flicker back and forth, up and down as I stagger around. My body is so heavy. A ball and chain of my own regrets drag behind me, making every step I take less graceful then the last. I don't know who I am anymore. What have I become? I can't help it. I can't stop it. It hurts so much.

I feel every pulse, every breath I take, every heart beat. I see every flicker of light, every prop, every color around me. It's spinning. There's so much blood. It smells. I am nothing. It all hurts so badly. It's hurts so much. I'm so hungry. I'm so hungry. I want to go home. I can't help it. I just wanna go home. My grandma is waiting for me. I'm so scared. I can't stop it. I'm so hungry. I need to eat.

Spinning.
Spinning.
Spinning.

I bite up and down, up and down, up and down. It's wet. It's metallic. It's food. I scrunch my face from the pain. I chew and chew and chew. It goes down like a curtain at the theater. Faster. Faster. Please. I'm so hungry. My throat only fills up with more blood the more I progress. I have to eat. I need more. I'm so scared. I'm so hungry. My vision blurs from the pain. My eyes glaze over like the icing on the cookies my grandma would leave out. So sweet. I can taste them as I swallow more blood.

I feel muscle collapse and shred under my teeth. Chewy and mushy. Unsatisfying and disgusting. I can only consume. I can't help it. I don't want this. I don't want any of this. I wanna go home. Why me? I didn't do anything to deserve this. Why did it have to be me of all people? I'm so scared. I can't make it stop. Please don't look at me. Please.

My teeth ache. I'm so tired. I wanna stop chewing. I can't even concentrate on crying. I need more. It's not enough. I'm so scared. I can feel the cool air hitting the warmth of my exposed flesh. It's cool. It hurts. It hurts so much. I can't make it stop. I don't know what to do. I didn't even notice the blood dripping from my fingers. My grandma loved my hands. She would be so disappointed in the hands I once showed off proudly, dancing around on stage being reduced to slop. It hurts. I miss my home. I can almost hear her calling out to me. Her laugh is so clear in my mind. I can smell the roses she would hand me after every recital. Local. Always from the same small flower shop from down the road. I extend my hands to embrace her. Her praise warms me.

The feeling explodes from my eye. I watch as I yank the nerve from its socket. The residue from my fingers violates the opening and I pull and pull and pull. It's gorgeous. I love roses. So soft. So red. I finger it between my palm. It's sticky. I squeeze hard. The mucus sticks to my pulsating fingers. The gelatinous goop wraps around me. The mess warps and twists with every squeeze. It dances in my head. The light shines and illuminates my being. The tears I shed only add to the agony that twirls around me. My teeth feel filmy. I can feel what I can only assume are my nails, between my molars. I offer up the last bow of the night. I hear her again. She's cheering so loud. She's so proud of me. I see her fade away as the curtains fall.”


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Authors: Nex <3 and egglord.
Images: Created by Nex <3, with effects added by egglord.
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