Level 7

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**Survival Difficulty: Class Ψ**
»⠀Unsafe
»⠀Unstable
»⠀Mental Hazard

**Level 7** is the 8th level of The Schoolrooms.

## Description

*It's beautiful here.*

**Level 7** can be the worst level wanderers stumble upon while exploring the Schoolrooms, so much so that T.S.E. has several notices placed around known entrances into the level warning wanderers not to enter the level. It isn't filled with entities or harmful substances, but it is an extreme mental hazard to anyone who enters. Most wanderers don't remember where in the level they entered from or even most of their surroundings. If they spend hours inside of the level, they don't remember anything at all. Including their own name.

This is because **Level 7** has a rather strong amnesia effect on humans. The first report came in around March of 2009. A wanderer wrote a journal explaining how he found a really beautiful and calming level, but it wasn't long before things began to go horribly wrong. T.S.E. researchers were on their way back from documenting a previously discovered level when they found Maurice Irving aimlessly wandering the halls. They stopped him and asked him if he was alright, but Mr. Irving replied by asking if they knew what his name was or where they were.

The good news is that it is possible to reverse the effects if wanderers are found in time and helped with rehabilitation and therapy. Wanderers who spend longer than nine hours in **Level 7** are still able to receive rehabilitation and therapy, but these individuals have not recovered all of their lost memories. Most of the time, they don't remember their time in Reality. Those who spend longer than ten hours inside of the level begin to risk their lives. Since humans are the only ones affected by the level, T.S.E. held experiments using humans along with a support animal strapped with a camera.

*Where was I?*

Five tests were conducted and the information received, while it may have been collected inhumanely, provided invaluable information about **Level 7** to T.S.E. researchers. All test subjects (Except for one. More information on this wanderer later.) were given full rehabilitation and therapy, and all have made full recoveries. The classrooms inside of the level look like ordinary classrooms, except there's ambient lighting throughout every room, creating a very calming environment. It's for this reason that wanderers end up staying for so long and let more of their memories slip away. There is a measurable amount of time in which memories are lost, and thanks to the experiments, T.S.E. researchers were able to learn and document the entire process. It is as follows:

*Who am I?*

Only one individual has died from prolonged exposure to **Level 7**, but this individual was a T.S.E. member and offered their life in order for T.S.E. to get every piece of information they needed about the amnesia effect. Thank you, Merric Bariston. Your sacrifice will never be forgotten. May you rest in peace. The rooms hold no significance in the process and all will drain memories in the same timeframe. Those who spend more than five hours in the level will need to be escorted out, as most wanderers will no longer realize they're still in a level to begin with. As mentioned above, those who spend less than nine hours inside of the level can be fully rehabilitated, but those who spend longer will likely not be able to gain back all of their lost memories. Mr. Irving's journal is currently in the possession of T.S.E, but a copy of it has been made available here for more insight into the level and its effects. Due to the journal's instability, it has been locked in a case and is inaccessible to anyone except for the main T.S.E chair members.

* Maurice Irving's Journal: Page 1 (4:45 PM)
* Maurice Irving's Journal: Page 2 (6:15 PM)
* Maurice Irving's Journal: Page 3 (7:30 PM)
* Maurice Irving's Journal: Page 4 (11:45 PM)
* Maurice Irving's Journal: Page 5 (12:30 AM)

This level is beautiful. I don't know what these classrooms are meant for, but I wish we had these when I was in school. The lighting is very well placed. It makes me feel warm and calm. There's even a cozy looking chair in the corner. Maybe I'll find a book and sit down for a little bit. I think I've earned some rest. I have some food and water too. I'll make a small party of one out of it. A nice relaxing time after spending years running from level to level. It's nice to find a safe, peaceful level for once.

I think I'm getting tired. I don't remember when I slept last. Now that I think of it, I don't remember a lot of what's happened today. It's a good thing I wrote the time down at the start of this entry because I don't remember what time I came in here. According to this, I entered the level at 4:45 pm. It's now 5:30 pm and I'm starting to feel off. Maybe I should lie down. Just for a little bit. No. No, I don't think that's a good idea right now. I should look around more. Something doesn't feel quite right here anymore.

I'm in a different classroom now. It's pretty with the calm lighting like the other classroom, but it's smaller. It feels oddly comfier in this room. Safer. I didn't feel unsafe in the last room, did I? Nothing in my journal suggests that I was. What was I so worried about? Maybe I'm just tired. Wait. Tired... Yes. I was going to sleep in the last room, but didn't. Why didn't I sleep? Why can't I remember?

My head hurts and I'm beginning to worry. I don't remember anything I've written in my journal that I've written about this level and I wrote it almost two hours ago. I don't remember coming into this level, where I was before I came here, or even waking up this morning. Why am I forgetting so much?

It's been thirty minutes and I've been trying to figure out where the previous classroom is. I thought maybe something there could jog my memory, but I don't remember where or how I entered this classroom. There's a door, but everything is black behind it and it's locked. Where the hell am I? There's nothing in my journal that can help me. My mother always told me to write as many details as I could just in case, but I never listened. I should have. I'm paying for it now.

I need to get out of this level, but I don't know how. More and more things are going missing from my mind. Maybe I should start writing important things down, so I don't lose everything. My name is Maurice Irving and I'm 31 years old. My mother's name was Darla and she was alive when I fell down here... wasn't she? Did she die? I don' remember her funeral, but that doesn't mean anything. God, I need to get out of here.

I don't remember any of my friends' names. Even the ones I've made down here. What's happening to me? I tried finding the other classroom again, but I ended up in a different one. How many different classrooms are in this level? There's a map of Reality on the wall, but I don't remember where I lived. I can remember my house, but not which city or state I live in. I need to get out of here. This is getting dangerous now. How much am I going to forget before it's too late?

My journal says that my name is Maurice Irving, but that doesn't sound right. Is that really my name? It has to be. Why else would I write it? Unless I didn't write it. I'm holding the journal and the pen that's being used to write these words, but I don't remember it. Not a second of it. What color are my eyes? What do I look like? I don't know.

My watch says that it's almost ten now. According to the first entry, I've been here for about three hours. Where is here? Where am I? How did I get here? I mentioned something about falling down here. What was I talking about? Where did I fall? Was it an accident involving my mother? Wait... Who was my mother? Her name? What did she look like? What did she sound like? I don't understand what's happening to me. I'm so confused. Someone, anyone. Save me. Please.

I don't remember this room, but it seems to have remembered me. I can see myself walking around, looking at things as I write in this journal. There's another in the corner of the room. Arguing with someone on the phone. Another is slamming the door shut and screaming over and over. So many things are playing out right in front of my eyes, but I don't remember it. Any of it. Why? Where am I? Where are my parents and why can't I remember them? Why is it so quiet here? Will I ever get answers to my questions? Probably not.

If this journal is right, I've been walking around this... level? What's a level? Anyway, I've been here for seven hours. I said it was quiet, and it is. It's so quiet that I can hear my thoughts being spoken through the air like a loud speaker. At least, I think they're mine. I don't know what my voice sounds like anymore. I suppose I could always speak out loud and remind myself, but what does it matter? There's no one here to listen. Where is everyone?

Time is passing and I'm getting more confused. I don't recognize any of my surroundings, I don't recognize my own voice or name... There's a picture on the wall. I looked at my reflection through the glass and screamed because I didn't recognize my own reflection. I didn't even know it was me until I watched myself scream. What's happening to me? I've never been so afraid and I don't even know what it is I'm afraid of. How the hell do I get out of this god damn classroom?

Highwind. That was my primary school. I knew this boy named Dastian. He liked to sit alone and make these odd little pictures. They were odd, but they were beautiful. Especially considering he was a child. I tried to replicate one of them, but it's hard to remember it. To be quite honest, it's hard to remember his name, even though I just wrote it down. Dastian. Was this his name or mine? No, mine is Maurice. Unless I stole someone's journal, but I don't think so. My handwriting matches the rest of it, but I don't remember one second of the things I wrote.

I've been sitting here in the middle of the floor trying to remember what a level is. If I can remember, maybe everything else will fall back into place. I fell somewhere and never went home? That's what it sounds like. Where did I fall? Into some kind of a mine? This doesn't look like any mine I've ever seen. None of this makes any sense. My insane ramblings that I'm writing at this very second doesn't make any sense. I wish I could find someone who can help me, or even just try to explain where I am and how to get out. I guess I'll walk around. What else can I do?

I'm scared. I've been desperate to remember a single thing about my life, so I thought of my fifth birthday party. My mother threw a fit because some lady stole her reservation right out from under her. Was it my mother? Was my mother even involved in my life? I don't know her name or what she looked like. I don't know my name or what I look like. As I'm thinking about it, I can feel more pieces of my memory slipping away from me. What party was it? My second? Was it even my party? Did I have parents? Do I exist? No. I don't think I do. Not anymore.

## Entities

No entities have been found by wanderers or researchers as of yet. Some researchers theorize that an entity could be responsible for the memories being taken, but no proof has been found. A few teams are still investigating **Level 7** and continue to search for any clues that would indicate the presence of an entity.

## Colonies and Outposts

Due to the obvious danger that **Level 7** presents to humans, no colonies or outposts can be set up at this time. There is a small checkpoint located by a classroom commonly used as an entrance, but this is largely used by T.S.E personnel that are still investigating the level.

## Entrances and Exits

### Entrances

* Reading Maurice Irving's journal has a fifty percent chance to send wanderers to **Level 7** and it has been locked away to protect the public.
* Covering a classroom with ambient lights and falling asleep in the corner of the room will send wanderers to **Level 7** between 4 and 6 pm.

### Exits

* Walking back through the first classroom door without proceeding to the following classrooms will allow wanderers to exit **Level 7**.
* Arranging the lights hung in the third classroom around the door will unlock it and lead wanderers into Level 0.

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