Level -300

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Level -300 is desolation.
Description
Level -300 is empty. Its air is dead, carrying a dry frost — festering akin to a plague in the atmosphere above. From what little can be observed from where the thick barriers of ghoulish fog do not reach — a sprawling blue sky adorned with various clouds can be observed, with a radiant sun casting what little light is left in the level. Many do not find their time worthwhile traversing these deceased plains.
The ground festers with various swathes of shrubbery, oak trees and congregated piles of hard, solidified mud. The abundant floral growth has long since declined, and few still remain alive. The staggering amount of dead growth still remain despite their departure. Some propose that it is simply due to the absence of any life to gnaw at the remains, fungi or animal, or it is possible that these growth spite their very capability to decompose, leaving them as a monument of corpses that swarm the surface, growing like an infected wound. 
Geologically, the nature of the expanse is primarily linear. Rarely does the level stray from this terrain, only shifting as to suit the various reservoirs and lakes the snake around the region. As such, the stable terrain makes traversal an otherwise trivial task, if not taking into account the presence of the various hazards that accommodate the level.
The area is abundant with sapient life's relics, including various monuments of eroded wooden shacks, towering power lines, and other various enigmatic structures. One of these monuments is a wanderers typical beginning location, The Rail.
The Rail
The Rail is a notorious location, in which all entrances into Level -300 coalesce into, or divide into certain areas that moderately encircle the region.
Very few life congregates in this area.
A long since decrepit sprawl of rails, encompassed by the once burgeoning flora. The earth curves downward as to suit this abnormalities presence. 
The iron rails wind into various directions. These lengthy trails of metal are interspersed by decrepit, unorthodoxly placed bridges, and towering monumental hills. The rails pierce into the heart of these spires of terrain, conforming into dim tunnel systems that twist under the giant earth, and out the opposing side.
Most delvers begin and end their pilgrimage on this artificial path, as it shields itself from the upmost dangerous qualities of the plain. Do take heed however, as desiring to construct an outpost is by no means possible, due to desolation being at its apex in The Rail, as barely any nutritious items grow here. Carrying resources as to satiate oneself prior to entering the expanse is a nigh integral option, as traversing the level can take days, if not weeks.
Those traversing this linear sprawl have reported various, auditory hallucinations. A mockery of wildlife, lakes, and manmade machinery. Clunking of metal akin to a barrelling train, rushing of reservoirs, and chirping of birds are a haphazard occurrence, sure to make one enter a frenzy, if the state of the level hadn't torn against their state of mind enough.
The Pollution
Avid explorers have long since heard the reiterations of this expanses history, its gradual degrade, and what threatens the very life that resides in it. All of which come to a prominent issue faced by The Frontrooms and the Backrooms itself, man and its greed.
Scaling into the sky, should one not be barricaded by the smog, are thick malignant clouds of a black gaseous form, exuded from massive funnels that scale above the treeline. A sort of imposing parody of pollutants
Straying too far from The Rail and its embrace, going into an untamed wild, and opposing the dead forests leaves one at a prominent risk. While never visibly apparent, various noxious particles plague the air, causing any susceptible to have a sensation akin to exhaustion. Cold, choking, and paining. It is a slow death if one has delved too deep, as these particles conceal whatever noteworthy symptoms of warning would occur, as if waiting for the foolhardy individual to be at their lowest and most vulnerable point.
Facial covering is the only way of protecting oneself against such a force, yet protection is never inherently required. The infection of the air sprawls hundreds of meters afar, encapsulating the small ecosystem that remains, eating away at the flora and fauna. Delving deeper grants no reward, and attempting the pilgrimage toward the towering funnels is to no avail.
Being the primary culprit to the levels desolation, the levels lifespan is very little. And with temperatures eroding each day, each day getting colder — many propose that this is a twisted iteration of Earth, what happens if we let our malice and greed take hold. Instead of a scalding, gleaming star however, a bitter frost is soon to come upon the remnants of this world. We are we in no power as to rekindle the flame.
Endemic Life
Even when opposing desolation, life finds a way into the smallest crevices.
Life, in everlasting defiance of whatever destruction us as humans cause, or what their very own world incurs, lives on. No matter the turmoil or struggle, fauna and flora make the best of whatever bitter situation they are placed within, though as the bitter end rears itself further each day, the flicker of hope dampens.
Certain organisms from baseline reality reside here, stripped and plucked into a foreign hostile reality, this including Elk, Pine Trees, and possibly many more that have gone unnamed. However, the more adaptive exclusive wildlife has become most dominant, resulting in a stark imbalance in the shattered food chain.
Many attempts of securing and preserving the fauna have proven to be a gruelling task, but have somewhat prevailed.
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====Fauna====
Shrub Ants
Hedge Fox
Hunched Bear
The Shrub Ant is a species of ant endemic to the outer regions of Level -300. They are most curiously abundant beneath dense shrubbery, or at least any that remains of it. They derive most qualities from the Velvet Ant, a species of wasp with a fuzzy coating, differing due to their plum hue across their fuzzy exterior, pronounced mandibles and unrelation to the wasp species as a whole.
Consistently battling for survival, these now likely weak ant colonies tirelessly search for resources. To their advantage, their squadrons are effective in scouring the environment, due to additional eyes and cooperation, however this comes at the cost of feeding the colony itself, leading to the workers oftentimes placing all their efforts upon their queen, and eventually falling. 
A corpse of any larger mammal is a jackpot to these creatures, enabling them to feed for the next passing days, until their eventual depletion of resources, and need for more. A viscous cycle of starvation, relief, and repetition. Any conflict with other colonies has since dissolved, either due to both opposing sides falling, or lack of rewards in swelling a conflict.
Their most distinct quality involves them being able to propel a large, dense amount of silk, which these colonies utilise as a form of warmth, coating the silk all over their bodies. This inadvertently allows them to reside in the more polluted sections of the level for longer periods of time, albeit without ease. Providing great advantage over any other fauna within Level -300, they are able to traverse otherwise unexplored territory to a larger degree, meaning what little remains of them can dominate without the risk of any remnants of what "predators" there are.
Reports of Shrub Ants committing the act of cannibalism has grown more prominent, as the pollution casts its shadow stronger each day. While an otherwise unprecedented behaviour, inhabiting a place such as Level -300, it is no wonder that even the feral mind can be drove to madness.
Occupying the silent meadows, lie isolated individuals known as Hedge Foxes, or alternatively the Vampire Fox. They retain their instinct of fear, fleeing at the intrusion of any sound, rendering them briefly studied.
Pigmented a dull baby blue, and having keen eyes, these fauna linger the nearest toward The Rail, having one important goal each life collectively desires in Level -300; nourishment. Having a diet of an omnivore, these foxes will linger around various floral growths, searching for any possible berries or nutritious objects to consume or corpses to scavenge. 
Should the Hedge Fox get the opportune moment to strike on incapacitated prey, or fresh carcasses, the Hedge Fox bites down with it's highly pronounced fangs, which are utilised to extract blood in similar depictions to the mythical vampires from European Folklore. Data courtesy of autopsies indicate a possible vein-like network which becomes mobile once the Hedge Fox bites down on prey, absorbing and ingesting the nearby blood for nutrients, allowing it to achieve this uncanny feat.
Hedge Foxes have a distinct quality, involving their large, bushy tails. These tails are equipped with various quill-like protrusions. The fox, if agitated, can flare up these quills as to look more imposing to any threat that dares oppose it, however, these quills do not serve any further purpose, as they are flimsy, and cannot be utilised as a defensive mechanism.
A secondary, more elusive quality, is a somewhat crudely developed echolocation, that Hedge Foxes utilise to map their territory more efficiently. They most oftentimes utilise it to map out their deep, cavern-like burrows, that typically take days or weeks to construct. Yet, due to such conditions as of now, Hedge Foxes rarely construct these anymore, rendering their echolocation oftentimes unused, unless in the rare scenario of their vision being impaired.
Hulking masses of tangerine fur which traverse what little dense forestry remain. They are keen upon scent and hearing, capable of determining the radius of prey to a shocking degree. 
From what little observation of them has been seen, these masses of claws and teeth have poor eyesight, and predominantly rely on their enhanced senses as to aimlessly traverse these woodlands, oftentimes consuming large colonies of the previously entailed Shrub Ants if desperate. Their sight is an afterthought, utilised only to map out the general environment, not to seek prey.
An abnormality observed within these bears are their unique capability of altering their body temperature to a certain degree, enabling them to preserve heat to a degree never seen. As such, they traverse the environment, rarely impeded by none other than their own. This property makes desperate pilgrims kill the creatures, as even in death, their bodies still retain what little heat is left. Though, this contributes to the decline of their own.
Still retaining the aggression, they are most territorial with any counterparts of their kind, either to obtain a mate or defend their territory. However, these fights have gotten far more prominent and aggressive, as the lack of mates makes these animals ravaged by desperation or insanity. Their populace declines further, as mates become scarce; and any youth that is born is destined for a poor quality of life.
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====Flora====
Only one oddity of flora remains.
The Quill Spire is a rarity, but a sight to behold. Growing to abnormally high sizes, standing at 50 meters tall at their current growth, makes them only outlasted by the General Sherman Tree. Yet, study shows that this tree might be only in its youth. Though, grand heights are unachievable due to such conditions, leading to their growth being stunted.
The Quill Spire, as its moniker entails, is adorned with various sharp quills, which serve as its leaves. It is adorned with these as to defend itself from any who desire to feast upon it. The more intelligent fauna that reside here however have opted to utilise their brute-force strength, or nearby blunt objects to tear apart the leaf, allowing consumption of the fluid. Hedge Foxes have additionally been observed to utilise their specialised teeth in order to extract as much of the fluid as possible.
Any who breach the flimsy exterior are able to find a fluid that resides in the compact leaves that adorn the gargantuan megaflora. This fluid is highly nutritious, and due to the thousands of individual appendages that are adorned with these, makes it one of the few remnants of an ecosystem left, as various herbivores, predators, and organisms circulate and live in Quill Spire and its embrace. It is one of the only stable parts of the level, and gifts what the level may have perhaps been before its collapse.
The Quill Spire does not preserve its existence in similar manners to Pine Trees, as instead of adjusting to the cold, a steaming hot fluid allows them to persist in survival. Should the trees exterior be damaged, this substance seeps out as if a fresh wound. While this scalding sludge allows the Quill Spire to endure these conditions, it poses a risk to any life that attempts to enter the plant.
Only 4 Quill Spires remain, all of which are divided into the outer sections of The Rail, henceforth why the region is so highly populated.
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Colonies and Outposts
Achieving the task of taking residence here is simply not feasible. No resources, plus the lack of rewards in doing so, leads to no large figures being present in Level -300. The idea of communities has dampened even further as pollution rears itself.
Entrances and Exits
Exiting Level -300 is no easy task, though entering it is eerily trivial. Many would oppose the idea of traversing Level -300, due to the need for resources. Though, it is noteworthy that Level -300 allows one to delve into more habitable areas, meaning the reward of traversing the level may be a beneficial endeavour.
==Entrances==
*Flames in the Burning Forest of Level -5 can soothe at intervals. A dilapidated refinery can be encountered, and entering it will result in one appearing in the deeper, more polluted sections of Level -300. 
*The sky can grey in Level 11, as an onslaught of fog and hail descend upon the level. Being caught within the storm is likely to transport one to this level.
* Punching a tree stump with a skull and cross bones on it in Level -301 will lead back here.
==Exits==
*No-clipping through a flourishing oak tree will lead to Level -301.
* More lush areas of the level can harbour large cavities in the earth to what can assumed to be caves. These bizarre entrances result in one being led instantly to the opposing side, being Biome 1 of Level -382. One cannot re-enter the caves after reaching the opposition, meaning they have to brave the woods.
*Waterlogged suburban houses partially submerged in a warm, soothing water are likely to bring one to Level 699.
*Tasking oneself with making the pilgrimage through The Rail may lead to a long since decrepit station. Taking a seat upon one of the platforms has the probability to transport one either to Level 154 or in rarer instances Level 793, indicated by the rapid approach of fog.
 
File:Vacancy.jpg|Vacant housing.</span>
File:DecayingMeadows.jpg|Dry meadows, wielding the last growths.</span>
File:GreyFall.jpg|A quiet autumn.</span>
Category:Cluster -I
Announcement (1984)
Level -300 has eroded heavily in status, the perimeter in which a majority of wildlife inhabit have been lost. The level is growing more unstable each day, and the Quill Spires seem to be progressively fading. Alternating your path past Level -300 and also truncating any time spent in the level is advisable.
Announcement (1999)
The Quill Spires in Level -300 have fallen. Wildlife populace has degraded rapidly, and no signs of improvement are amassing. Evacuation of the level is being acted upon.
Announcement (2007)
Outer areas of Level -300 are compromised, The Rail is the only solace as of currently. All wildlife are suspected to be extinct. Most of the travel within the level has been diverted.
Announcement (2020)
Any entrance to Level -300 has been rendered inaccessible. It is probable that after losing all inhabitable terrain, the level somehow collapsed, rendering it inaccessible. Searches for entrances are still being enacted, but it is likely that the level cannot be entered anymore.
Announcement (2023)
Level -300 has been declared inaccessible. The level has likely collapsed, and shall remain as such. All wildlife feasibly extracted from the level have ben kept in safe and habitable enclosures as to preserve their unique species. Location is to remain classified due to the species unique and endangered nature.
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Category:Cluster -I
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Category:Dangerous
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