I fell from the edge of reality and fell into the backroom—— [The backroom]
Unfortunately, I lost everything, including my memory, and I can't even decide where I will belong after death.
The maddeningly boring monotonous yellow, the never-ending incandescent light became the never-ending flame in my soul.
The bright colors reshaped and fabricated the chaos, and I finally understood everything.
The so-called back room. What is called 'I' is what is called all of this.
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Due to bad luck, I had to escape again and again and find ways to survive.
What kind of past events are buried in the streets that quietly wake up in the dusk, the city that never ends in the day, and the university that is silent in the darkness?
The curtain is drawn and the flag is raised high.
The already chaotic self is just right for this twisted world.
At this point, a new story begins. This is a story that belongs to "me" and a story that belongs to you.
The people of the past have passed away, and this world will be 'our' world.
·The author is busy with studies (a freshman in high school and a sophomore in high school), so I won't update more·
Basically first person and third person are from other people's perspective.
I came here today just for three things, to fry the layer of enjoyment, to fry the layer of enjoyment, or to fry the layer of f**k enjoyment!
This article privately sets level 3999 and still has the spoilers alive. A little bit of both w and f versions
And feel free to knock on the CP of this article,
And can the author of Ni Meng's post-room article update a little more www? If Ni Meng doesn't update, I won't even think of updating it (bushi) (I just want to see other people write about me because I'm lazy qwq)
This article is also known as "The Days I Crawled in the Darkness of the Back Room" "The Back Room Survival Game·Puppet Version" "Mandela·Back Room·Record"
The protagonist is not human! It's a fake person, a fake person~
Motto: Sunshine always comes after the storm! ! !