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The Sultan of Brunei's Gargantuan Car Collection Has Mysteriously Vanished
Scientists and the public perplexedly react to the mysterious disappearance of the massive structures.

March 16, 2018, Updated 5:29 p.m. GMT+8

This week, on the morning of March 14, the multi-billion dollar car garage of Hassanal Bolkiah, the Sultan of Brunei, suddenly vanished inexplicably. Scientists fail to explain the sudden disappearance, stating that it is "a phenomenon that our current knowledge of science and physics cannot cite an explanation to." Fortunately, no one was on-site at the time of the disappearance. Local officials marked the site of the garage and the surrounding areas as an exclusion zone, closed off to the public.

Various theories attempt to fill the informational gap surrounding the disappearance from paranormal activity, a divine punishment to the greedy elite, to a sign of the ever-encroaching end times. Car enthusiasts around the globe weep at the loss of billions of dollars worth of luxury automobiles. Some say it is "the worst event that happened in the history of motoring."

The event instills fear in the public, as they presume that if it happened once, it may happen again, and people's lives will be lost in the upcoming events. Some claim that we are entering a new dark age of Earth, where large objects disappear from the face of the Earth, taking precious souls with them. One's imagination can go wild about this incomprehensible phenomenon, with little information about it and its unique, novel nature.

Bolkiah's reaction to the incident is unknown, as either he is yet to be informed of the automotive tragedy or has already been notified of it, and if so, many believe that he would have reacted horribly or had brushed it off and moved on. The disappearance of the multi-billion dollar car collection will likely remain a mystery for decades; humanity's scientific knowledge will be overhauled and rewritten from square one in the worst-case scenario.

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LEVEL 220

SULTAN'S GARAGE

In the 1990s, Sultan Hassanal Bolkiah collected an obscene haul of ultra-luxurious automobiles with his brother Jefri Bolkiah. In that time, he amassed two hundred Ferraris, two hundred BMWs, four hundred Bentleys, and over six hundred Rolls Royce cars. They also acquired exquisitely rare and bespoke automobiles in large quantities, from Mercedes CLK GTRs, unobtainable prototypes, McLaren F1s, Bugatti EB110s, Porsche 959s, and even cars custom-manufactured for them only. There were thousands of luxury cars worth roughly five billion US dollars. It is absolute insanity how a singular man owns an entire small nation's GDP worth of cars.

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But all these unfathomable riches and wealth cannot come without a cost.

The sultan may have had the most sumptuous luxury automobile collection in the world yet took little care of them, as some of the garages were not climate-controlled, so they accumulated with heat and moisture, creating the perfect environment for water and mold damage. Paint peeled off the super luxury cars, now infested by mold. The gluttonous monarch amassed so many cars—some untouched—and left to rot away. It is just an obscene insight into how a motherlode of money and power can demonize one. Its hoarding escalated to an unimaginable degree.

It's a spectacle that can make a car enthusiast burst into umbrage.

But the worst is yet to come.

Two decades later, on one fateful day in March 2018, the entire car garage of the sultan had inconspicuously noclipped to the Backrooms. At that point, most of the cars had decayed beyond repair and were totaled.

The Frontrooms' inhabitants were quick to notice the anomaly but utterly failed to provide an explanation for it. They attempt to explain it with their current understanding of science and physics, yet they remain futile. Little do they know the truth behind what truly had transpired. The public was absolutely clueless about the mysterious "disappearance," claiming various delusions from regular paranormal activity, God's punishment to the sultan for his greedy and lustful lifestyle, to a sign of the end of days.

The inexplainable nature of the Backrooms transformed the garage into an infinite, corrupted expanse, creating a new level.

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Dominic: It's been a long time since I've been sent on an exploration mission. It feels as if the Major Explorer Group is running out of new lands to explore. I'm excited to finally embark on a new adventure, along with my newfound abilities. I feel a bit rusty, since it has been so long since I've done something like this. Thankfully, I'm not alone in this endeavor, as my close colleague, Jasper, will be accompanying me, and it still is good for me, even though he is lesser experienced.

Jasper: This is the first time I've explored a new level at all, I feel very nervous, am I really safe with you Dom?

Dominic: You'll be fine. I'll be with you the entire mission. All you have to do is to hold my hand during the noclip, so that you won't be left behind.

Jasper: I still feel nervous about everything else though. *holds Jasper's hand

Dominic: Alright, here goes nothing.

Both, in unison: What is this place?

Jasper: There are supercars everywhere! I LOVE these!

Dominic: Don't be fooled. Remember, we're in the Backrooms. Anything can happen, nothing is uniform. We should keep moving.

Jasper: What do I do if I want to survive?

Dominic: Do NOT stray away far from my sight, always watch your surroundings, and please do not run fast.

Jasper: I need to test out our comms here. It seems like they are... working fine.

Dominic: This seems like a relatively safe place. I guess we can be free to explore and do anything. But remember, don't let your guard down.

Jasper: It will be fine, as long as I follow your instructions, right?

Dominic: Yes. There are so many things we can do and test out here. It can be from testing out the accessibility of the vehicles, exploring to see more areas, scouting around for dangers and entities, collect statistical information such as temperature, test the feasibility of establishing a permanent settlement, and much more. This is a whole new level to be discovered, we can't be the only ones to explore it.

Jasper: I still wouldn't be here without you, partner. Good luck.

Dominic: Especially to you too, Jasper.

Jasper: I'm going to set up the beacon to establish a connection to mission control.

Dominic: Alright, we have to document everything that we find, and you have to say it loud and clear. Remember to set up the communications properly.

Jasper: I'll check if these cars can be unlocked... they can't.

Dominic: I'll set up the statistical paraphernalia, such as this thermometer over here. Then after all of that, we can keep moving.

Jasper: For how long do you think we'll be in here?

Dominic: It could be for as few as minutes up to several hours, even days. Let's hope we just make it out alive.

Jasper: Why are the comms buffering for so lon- Oh, there it is.

Mission Control: Hello, this is Mission Control, do you copy?

Dominic: We are Division 1F-LCM, currently at Level 220, over.

Mission Control: Alright, Report to me every novel detail.

Dominic: Copy that.

Two hours have passed. The two expeditioners had a mundane exploration, tinkering with small details to gather as much information as possible. So far, they felt secure, but it would all change when they would enter this futuristic hallway.

Mission Control: so to clarify, you are in a garage like area, similar to Level 22, except it's rather safe and sports heaps of luxury automobiles, however they cannot be accessed, some parts of the level are decaying and abandoned, it has the constant noise of air vents and fluorescent lights, you can hear sounds of sports cars in the distance, the temperature of the level is quite hot, and the level's appearance varies a bit across it's confines?

Dominic: Correct, commander.

Mission Control: Copy. Update me with any new information that you gather, you still have an hour before your shift can end.

Jasper: Wait, what's that thing?

Dominic: It looks straight out of Level 15.

Jasper: I feel like we should walk down further.

Dominic: I don't feel too good about this one, it seems like an exit to Level 15 already, ending our shift.

Jasper: Whatever it takes to know more, partner.

Dominic: It looks like a door to the end. Probably an exit to that level.

Jasper: I think we can investigate our surroundings and write down the details to report back to Mission Contro- WAIT, the doors are opening!

Jasper: Wow, a Lamborghini Aventador!

Dominic: Don't let your guard down.

Jasper: This large chamber... with only one car. How odd.

Dominic: It is a dead end here, we must turn back. We'll document it back to miSSION C(#@V-@V3?{

One minute later...

Mission Control: Hello? Division 1F-LCM? This is Mission Control, do you copy?

Mission Control: Do you copy, 1F-LCM?

Mission Control: It appears that a horrific tragedy had occurred... We must investigate the scene as swift as possible!

A small team of scout drones were sent to scan what remains of the late expeditioners. Due to Level 220's vastness, the drones took a long time to search for the bodies. After hours, the drones revealed that the expeditioners had brutally perished. The scene revealed that the cause of death was via vehicular manslaughter, as their bodies were marked by crushed bones and trails of blood left behind by tires. Due to this travesty, the Major Explorer Group declared that unmanned probes would now be used to explore and gather information about the novel discovery. After several man hours and used resources, Level 220 had now been deemed for pagination, with many employees sighing in relief after its declaration.

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Note: The following document regards Level 220, a level which there currently exists marginal documentation.

Level 220: "The Sultan's Garage"

GENERAL DESCRIPTION

Level 220 is a vast, unending expanse of parking garages comprising several sectors and floors. Many rooms display ultra-luxurious automobiles from various Frontrooms brands, including McLaren and Rolls-Royce, and assemble in unorthodox gridlocks where many cars cannot leave their parking spot. The automobiles are seemingly resistant to all damage and are unable to access. The vast complex shows visible disrepair, with peeling paint, punctured pipes, cracked concrete, and many more. The condition of the automobiles is not much better; most automobiles sport inseverable cobwebs, flat tires, reeking stenches, stale and mysterious fluid leaks, and mold.

The architectural design of the parking garage is inconsistent; other areas resembling maintenance halls, stairwells, and passageways resembling Level 15 are sparsely distributed throughout Level 220. One can enter these rare areas via glass doors or noclipping. Many mechanical paraphernalia lay scattered around Level 220's floor, including wrenches, car parts, and car mechanic equipment. These random objects pose a mild environmental hazard to wanderers. The temperature of Level 220 averages at 33.1°C (91.6°F). The temperature may vary, with warmer areas subject to more disrepair and abandonment than the rest of the level.

Leaking pipes cause some rooms on Level 220 to flood. However, this occurs infrequently. Extensively flooded rooms have cars floating, water rapidly leaking from the ceiling, guaranteed contraction of the Hydrolitis Plague upon contact, complete lack of power, muffled dins, and electrocution hazards. Flooded rooms are unusually hotter than other areas of Level 220 on average. The flooded rooms and the surrounding regions are more humid than the rest of the level, where it would reach wet-bulb temperature. Mold growth and dripping water are also commonplace in the sections surrounding flooded rooms.

Interlevel communication in Level 220 is limited to walkie-talkies. There is no WiFi signal, and mobile phones are inaccessible. When communicating with parties from different levels, the walkie-talkie's audio sounds choppy yet barely comprehensible. When used for an extensive duration, walkie-talkies start emitting smoke from their screen, emanating a stench of electronic fire. However, it does not have any effect on the walkie-talkie.

ENTITIES

Currently, there are no entities residing in Level 220. There exist potential sightings of level-exclusive entities, but there is too little information for proper documentation.

COLONIES AND OUTPOSTS

Since Level 220 is a recent discovery, sustained settlements are yet to be created.

ENTRANCES AND EXITS

Entrances

Standing in the center of an octagonal room in Level 3 for roughly 40 seconds sends one here.
Noclipping into a dark green wall in Level 829 leads one here.
Noclipping into a cube of concrete in Level 219 leads one here.
Dark sections in Level 15 may lead one here.
Noclipping into a puddle of motor oil in Level 268 sends one here.

Exits

Noclipping into the walls of a futuristic hallway sends one to Level 15.
Tripping on a brick sends one to Level 343.
Smashing a car's window sends one to Level 419.
Continuous fast running sends one to Level 157. The required running speed for this exit is unclear.
Noclipping through a rusty car sends one to Level 503.
Noclipping through an unusually white wall sends one to Level 935.

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