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Written by DrAkimoto.
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| Levels: | Level 24, Level 77, Level 79, Level 102, Level 108, Level 116, Level 117, Level 406, Ataraxia, In Extremis | |
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| Entities: | Entity 2, Entity 4, Entity 51, Entity 70, Entity 88 | |
| Objects: | Object 2, Object 52 | |
| Phenomenon: | Phenomenon 51, Phenomenon 71 | |
| Tales: | :), Crossroads | |
| Other: | B.N.T.G. Hub, Akirooms | |
M.E.G. Incident Report: No-clip Event
Location: Level 95
Date: 2018/07/16
Threat: Minimum
Synopsis
During a routine security patrol, Lloyd Jackson discovered a crashed automobile within a hallway in Level 95, nearly half a kilometer from Outpost Minow. Mr. Jackson confirmed that the car was not located in the corridor during the previous day's patrol. The evidence recovered from the scene and surrounding area leads to the assumption that the automobile was previously being driven in the Frontrooms before no-clipping directly into Level 95, causing the collision. Circumstances suggest that there was at least one occupant in the vehicle at the time of impact. Since the level's discovery, this is the first documented case of a Frontrooms no-clip event.
Discovered Evidence
Vehicle Description
- Make/Model: 2009 Toyota Corolla
- Condition: Inoperable; severely damaged.
Exterior Description:
The vehicle crashed into the north-facing wall of Corridor 23. It is a light-blue sedan; the engine compartment has been crumpled, and the front windshield is shattered. The license plate reads "New Jersey 44H-11W", and there are several stickers on the rear of the car:
- "EMS" on a blue rectangular background.
- A series of three silhouette stickers depicting a woman, a child, and a cat.
- "Riverrock—Star Student" on a yellow and blue oval background.
- A small yellow smiling face.
Interior Description:
The car's upholstery is a light gray fabric punctuated by wooden details. All of the airbags within the car are deployed. The seats show signs of wear, specifically in the rear. Items recovered from inside the vehicle include:
- Insurance and registration paperwork made out to "Linda T. Crane" of "Riverrock, Essex County, New Jersey".
- Three pairs of sunglasses, one of which is damaged.
- Chapstick, hair ties, and various other personal care products.
- A pink backpack with a yellow smiling face pattern.1
- Paper bags, cups, and food containers bearing the logo of "McDonalds". Including a box labeled "Happy Meal".
- A total of twelve toys of various shapes, sizes, and designs.
- "Safe-Tots" brand car seat.
The following is a transcript of Mr. Jackson's initial investigation of the area surrounding the vehicle.
Investigation Video Log
(Audio feed blinks on; a car can be seen, the driver's side doors and trunk are open. The red brake lights are activated.)
Jackson: Alright, this thing's on, right? Okay, (clears throat) So I've already documented the interior—there were a few things of note. This is interesting though…
(Camera focuses on the driver's side of the car; a first aid kit can be seen with its contents spread out on the ground.)
Jackson: Unfortunately, I think someone was in this car, though I'm not sure why it ended up here.
(Jackson gestures to the open doors and items on the ground.)
Jackson: Well… I guess someone could've found it before me and scavenged it, but I doubt that.
(The view abruptly shifts down the empty corridor; lights flicker in the distance.)
Jackson: I'm gonna check out the area and see if I can find whoever the hell is down here. They might need some help by the looks of it.
(Jackson begins walking away from the vehicle, south.)
Jackson: We've had a couple hound sightings up here—made sure to come prepared.
(He holds up a makeshift stun baton made of wood and various plastic components; the letters B.N.T.G. are carved into the shaft.)
Jackson: Good thing I bought this last time I was in the Keep. God knows they ain't "wasting resources" givin' us guns out here.
(He stows the baton on his waste and adjusts his belt.)
Jackson: Things have been pretty slow, was kind of hoping for something to happen… Though this isn't really what I had in mind. Lets just hope everyone is okay.
(As Jackson turns the corner, evidence of a struggle can be seen.)
Jackson: Shit, spoke too soon, this ain't lookin' great.
(There are claw marks on the floor surrounding a damaged purple purse. Jackson approaches the bag and bends over to inspect its contents.)
Jackson: Let's see… Yup—there.
(He pulls out a purple wallet and opens it, as the camera focuses, a driver's license becomes visible.)
Jackson: "Linda T. Crane", just like that shit back in the car.
(He stands and continues down the hall.)
Jackson: Out of all the places to clip into, she ends up here… some luck.
(Twenty meters ahead, a brick wall bisects the corridor horizontally.)
Jackson: Ah, fuck…
(Camera focuses on a small pink shoe at the base of the wall; it has a yellow smiling face on the side, and the heel has three small LED lights.)
Jackson: I was hoping that wasn't the case—I can't imagine clippin' into this shithole with a kid.
(The camera is stowed as Jackson climbs the wall; grunting can be heard.)
Jackson: Jesus Christ— I think I'm gonna-
(Gagging, followed by vomiting.)
Jackson: Okay, alright… Pull it together.
(The camera is removed from his bag, his hands are shaking, and the view takes several seconds to focus. The corpse of a woman is seen with severe lacerations to her torso, face, and extremities. She has been disemboweled, and her intestines are strewn across the corridor.)
Jackson: Definitely hounds. I-I only see one body though, maybe the kid got away.
(Jackson quickly walks away from the body down the corridor, he appears to be following the sporadically placed small blood footprints.)
Jackson: Maybe they ducked into one of the alcoves till the hounds passed.
(The camera sways back and forth as he checks each indentation in the brick walls.)
Jackson: Hey, kid! Is anyone—fuck, I should keep it down.
(Jackson once again brandishing his baton with a now shaky hand. Bloody hound prints are now intermingled with the child's. He begins to slow down as he approaches an intersection in the corridor.)
Jackson: Which way did they…
(The hound prints go straight and the child's to the right, Jackson checks twice to be sure.)
Jackson: Holy crap, it looks like they went in opposite directions, I don't know how the hell she managed that.
(As Jackson makes his way down the right hallway a small, blue winter jacket can be seen.)
Jackson: Hope this means I'm getting closer.
(He reaches down and picks up the coat, there is a tear in the fabric just bellow the yellow metal button with a smiling face.)
Jackson: I don't see any blood or anything, maybe they got hot from all the running… Better keep moving.
(Jackson holds onto the jacket and coninues down the hall. After several minutes a descending stairwell can be seen ten meters ahead, the footprints are leading to it.)
Jackson: Shit, not the stairs. Tell me you didn't…
(He begins walking even faster, now rushing towards the stairwell. When Jackson finally reaches it, he looks down into the dark before stumbling backwards a few steps.)
Jackson: Goddammit. I'm sorry, kid.
[END LOG]
Protocols
A salvage team has been sent to strip the vehicle of any useful components. All materials will be sent to Base Bravo.
Signage warning of the dangers of stairs within Level 95 has been posted at several additional stairwells.
Further investigation of the no-clipping phenomena is currently ongoing.