Some logs from this level were picked up by an M.E.G drone, along with a hard-drive with information used to create this page. Below are transcripts of the audio logs.
Log 1
Undetermined: Testing.
*END OF LOG*Log 2
Eli: Hope this recorder's working, it's pretty old. May as well introduce ourselves in case someone finds this. I'm Eli, and these are my two co-researchers, Mark and Clement. We're researchers from this hellhole of a level. Clement's been here for 40,000 years, and Mark and I have been here for a few millennia. Seems time is fucked up here, as Clement was born only 1,020 years before us in Frontrooms time.
Eli: According to legend, there is an ancient Citadel made by the All-Consuming that can finally put us to rest. We believe it to be linked to the Backrooms's Void. We've collected logs from across the level, and we're going to throw them all into the Void in the off chance that a drone eventually finds them. Maybe, if we're lucky, it will end up in an actual level.
Eli: *Sips water* mind taking it from here, Clement? My voice is getting tired.
Clement: Sure. We got our hands on a submarine, and found some crew members willing to accompany us in hopes of making it out of here. In addition to the logs, we'll be broadcasting our video footage to the other researchers. At the very least, we'll get some information on whatever's in the Sea. We'll begin log 3 when we launch.
*END OF LOGLog 3
Air flows*
Unintelligible voices*
Someone clears throat*
Eli: Ok, it's finally recording. We're at a depth of one hundred meters right now, and our cameras haven't picked anything up yet. However, active sonar would be a death sentence and something could find us from beyond our camera's range. Essentially, we're blind. However, we'll be attempting to pick up any low-frequency noises that might signify a large entity.
Eli: So far, we've seen some smaller organisms. They seem to be similar to Frontrooms fish, but honestly none of us even remember what they look like anymore. There appears to be plankton in the water in addition. We will update once we see something.
Unintelligible noises continue for 4 minutes*
Mark: Oh, that's a big fish.
Clement: Not the kraken we were expecting, eh?
Eli: I'd be careful of it, I doubt that it can compromise the sub but we know nothing about this place, maybe it could shatter the glass.
HQ: Could you give a brief description of the fish?
Eli: Sure. It's got a huge dorsal fin in addition to it's caudal and pectorals. Giant-ass teeth, maybe 6 meters long. Otherwise, looks like one of those vera fish with it's body shape. Guessing it's a predator.
HQ: Noted.
Mark: Oh hey, looks like it's checking out the sub -
A banging noise, followed by a scrape plays on the audio, followed by unintelligible screaming for a half-minute.*
Mark: Don’t think it can pierce the hull.
Eli: I think the safest bet is to just let it go away on it’s own time, a sonar pulse would probably attract something much worse and we obviously can’t just leave the sub to harpoon it.
Banging and scraping continues for a minute*
Clement: Is it finally done?
Eli: Think so. We just reached 608 meters down, by the way.
Clement: Nice.
Muffled speaking and airflow plays for 6 minutes*
Unidentified: Oh shit.
Unidentified: Passive sonar picked up something major.
Eli: What was it?
Unidentifed: A chittering sound followed by what sounded like a foghorn. We’re working on figuring out where and what it’s coming from.
Unintelligible discussion*
Eli: HQ, we’re 1032 meters down and we seem to have found something. Should we ascend?
HQ: Ensure that whatever you found is a threat to the mission first.
Unintelligible*
Unidentified: We assume the sounds are coming from a creature. Based on the chittering, it seems to be toothed and the foghorn sound may be it’s roar. The chittering is most likely echolocation. We don’t know how far exactly it is, but we estimate 3 kilometers. It seems to be moving for us quickly. I would assume we’re it’s pretty.
Clement: So what you’re saying is we’re all fucked?
Unidentified: Pretty much. That thing can probably go up to the surface, so in the off chance that we make it up before it reaches us we might die anyway. It’s not my call to make, but I believe our only option is to keep going until we reach the sea floor. We’re most likely closer to it than the surface, unless this is a bottomless void after all.
Eli: Let’s keep descending, then.
HQ: If whatever the entity is comes into sight, describe it if possible.
Near silence except for airflow*
Eli: Hang on, is that a rock sticking up from the sea floor?
Clement: Suppose it is. If we die now, at least we know there’s a bottom.
Unidentified: It’s getting pretty damn loud. Expecting it to be in camera feed any minute now.
Eli: Everyone prepare to evacuate the sub.
Unintelligable, footsteps, clattering*
Unidentified: *Shouting* There it is! We’ve found salvation!
HQ: You have seen-
Mark: *Shouting* Holy shit, what is that thing?
Unintelligable, screaming, klaxons, metal rending*
Water bubbling*
Foghorn-like sound*
LOG ENDLOG 4
Something is dropped*
Clement: This will be our final log, if you found this tape we were successful.
Clement: Everyone else is presumed dead. Eli, Mark, and three crew members will wind up at the Deathfields. Two crew members managed to get here with me, but they wasted no time jumping into the abyss. I only stayed behind for now to finish these logs.
Clement: I can confirm, the Citadel is real. I brought all of the logs we found with me, and a hard drive of information. Whoever finds it, please put the information to good use.
‘’’LOG END’’’
Log 5
Unintelligible noises in the background*
Unidentified: I don't know where I am, or what level this is. I just know that I can't die and up there is chaos. I found this tape in the bodies, I don't even think there's anyone to recieve it but I just need to speak into this thing to keep my-.
Loud crashing noise which continues for an hour before the log cuts out*
Log 6
Unidentified: This is base 7-T of TEA, on the date of RN 12,822. We missed a shipment of supplies for preparation, and are thus not ready for the night. Evacuations are underway to get some of us to the sister location, but logistically there is no way that all of us can leave in time. Our broadcasting equipment was broken two nights ago, so we can't contact the main base. We'll leave this hard log so that in 24 years people will know what happened to us. At 18:00 UTC, this log will be placed inside a blastproof safe and we will rig the base to self-destruct, to prevent complications. If you have found this, and you are not from a TEA force, please bring this log 5 kilometers to the East to base 8-T. You will be rewarded. Those of us who are still here will try to make a burrow in the Deathfields, where we will stay until heading to Rendezvous I0-IWT-%@-UI.
Log 7
Pamela: Lemme crack open a cold one real quick.
A can opens*
Pamela: So we're going to be recording the first recorded Firewave today, I'm named Pamela, by the way for whoever gets this log next.
A drink is sipped*
Pamela: Should be some fun, we're safely underground but we should be able to hear most of it going down.
Pamela: Alright, it's set up. Someone get the Kentucky Friend Screecher out here.
Unidentified: I got it.
Unidentified: Nice to not be the one getting hit by it this time, right?
Pamela: Yeah, we get the entire level to ourselves for 333,000 years after this.
Unidentified: What do you think we can do with that much time?
Pamela: Leave, maybe.
Unidentified: Leave the bunker or?
Pamela: Leave the entire god-forsaken level. They picked up that citadel the other day, right? We have thousands of years to find a way to get to it. Then, we can finally die in peace.
Unidentified: Nice.
Eating and drinking continues*
Unidentified: Imma come watch too, sounds like it's starting just about now
An unknown number of people enter the room*
A rumbling sound is picked up*
Unidentified: Nice, it's starting.
Chorus of "Nice" from everyone in the room*
Loud grinding, screeching, and fizzing sounds play with drowned out talk*
Unidentified: PRAISE THE SUN!!
Laughter*
Sounds of destruction continue with chatter and eating in the background*
Sounds slowly fade*
Pamela: Ight, that was the first Firewave. We're going to leave this tape here and go die.
Nice's continue in the background*
Log Eight
Note From Collector: This is a text log. This was written around RN 3,000, by a scribe. Some parts of the text were shorthand, so it may be difficult to read.
This is log 8 from the Icosa. Last night, we celebrated a week on the sea. We're near the Redwoods, and making quick progress towards our objective. W bg abys mnstr frm c atk ico. bllets no efect cptn ded lfbot dplyd shp comp. SOS md mnstr lnd fck mnstr n c hdng
I survived. I will write down how I saw the event. This giant void monstrosity rose out of the ocean on our port side, and started attacking the boat. It had tentacles, which killed many crew members. It seemed to be invulnerable to physical damage, and I got a strange feeling from those that it killed. It seemed that they were completely erased from existence, which might be a good thing for us. We signalled an SOS, so rescue should be on the way. There are 43 survivors, of 256 people on the ship. That ends this log.