Level 899
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This brochure was sent to me the other day advertising a so-far unknown level. My sources say that some other non-M.E.G. affiliated groups are already aware of it. I will send a party out in the coming days, but all of the information we have right now is from this brochure.

—Overseer Stretch

Why risk losing your life at the hands of some dangerous beast?
Why risk dying alone and forgotten in some far away place?
Wouldn't you much rather live out the rest of your days in peace?

Yonder's End is open to all!

Yonder's End was first established by a group of young visionaries looking to make a difference to this world. Ever since its inception, it has been a safe haven for anyone in need. Starting with only a single resident, we have grown over the years to accommodate dozens looking for a shelter from the danger outside.

Yonder's End was built on a beautiful floating island that overlooks a fantastic view. Colors dance across the endless void, lighting up the sky. Because of the 24/7 natural lighting, there is no need for electricity, and all of our water comes from a spring fed lake. I hope you like fungus, because Yonder's End's diverse crop of mushrooms will keep you fed for the rest of your life. Don't worry about always eating the same thing though, as our talented chefs will be sure to keep things interesting.

Don't worry we don't bite! At Yonder's End, the fangs are just for show, and the extra eyes and arms just let us do more things at once. Every Yonder's End worker has centuries of experience, so you can be sure that you're in capable hands.

Sometimes it might be difficult to find, but just send a letter to the enclosed address (we've included a carrier pigeon with this brochure to make it easier for you), and we will send a representative to pick you up.

M.E.G. Log 02.23.2021:

Jameson here, we requested that the "representative" arrive a week after we sent the letter, and today's the day. I do feel like the actual process of sending the letter is worth mentioning. The brochure talked about a "carrier pigeon", but I feel like that description may be a bit lacking. Folded up in an envelope was a small origami bird. Written on the envelope were some brief directions on how to attach a letter etc. After attaching the letter to its ankle, we pulled on a little flap near its back as instructed, and it just flew through the wall. Freaked Mike out so much. I think it's so funny how he's seen riddle telling sheep with human faces, but he thought the origami bird was weird. I digress. It's going to be me and Mike on this mission. I guess Stretch couldn't spare anyone else to accompany us. I guessing he just still feels guilty about what happened last time he sent an entire group into unexplored territory.

The representative came. They gave a brief description in the pamphlet, and I've worked with Penumbras before, so I wasn't too put off by her appearance. She looked kind of like the gargoyles that you I used to see pictures of back when I lived in the Frontrooms. I do wonder if those wings work, she hasn't used them yet. Anyway, enough about her appearance. She spoke perfect English with an accent I couldn't quite place, and her name was Karl. Kind of a funny name for a creature like that, but she actually seems pretty chill. Mike is still a bit wary of her, but I'm sure he'll come around. As I'm writing this, she's leading us to some exit from Level 11. It never really dawned on me before, but they must really know there way around if they can get people from basically anywhere to "Yonder's End". Might have to ask her about helping us map. I bet Stretch would like that.

It's a bit of a longer walk than I anticipated. Despite this, I haven't felt any fatigue. I'm guessing it's that soup she's feeding us. Karl sure knows how to cook. Whatever it was, it sure worked on Mike. After he had some food in him, he had a good conversation with Karl, and now they seem pretty friendly with each other. I've been keeping a list of exits and entrances that entrances we've passed through that I'll send you when we get back. It's crazy to think that we've been doing this for decades, but we haven't even scratched the surface of what the backrooms has to offer.

It's beautiful. You can't really describe in words how beautiful it looks. They talked a little bit about it in the brochure, but the sky lights up in the most amazing way. I can definitely understand why people choose to live out the rest of their lives here. It's absolutely stunning. Anyway, we decided that we're going to stay for a couple days and then head home. Even if not for all of the information we gathered of entrances and exits, it's just an amazing experience. I honestly wouldn't mind spending a couple weeks here, but they faculty made it pretty clear that if we wanted to stay for much longer than a few days, we'd have to sign up for a lifetime reservation, and I'm not quite ready for that. Maybe after I retire.

Well, Mike ultimately decided to stay. I can't blame him though. It would be so nice to just get away from it all and live in peace. But I have a duty to do. I think he'll be happy here though. He and Karl get along so well. I asked Karl if she could send a representative to help us map out some levels, but she declined. I understand, I'm guessing it's a lot of work to manage everything with only a skeleton crew. It is crazy to think that the faculty has stayed the same since its inception. Anyway, Karl is going to take me back in a few hours.

I just realized, I never did get to ask Karl if her wings worked.

M.E.G. Log 06.14.2026:

It's been over 5 years, and I still think about The Yonder's End a lot. Well, it's technically called "Level 899" now. I probably would have gone back sooner, but without the "carrier pigeon", I don't have any way of reaching Karl. She crosses my mind a lot though. After I got home, I realized there was so much that I never got to ask her. Perhaps now I'll get a chance. A few days ago, on my bed was another pamphlet, and attached in an envelope was a "carrier pigeon". I was very excited. I've been thinking it over the last few days, and I don't think I'm ready to spend the rest of my life there yet, but I do want to visit Mike and Karl.

She's here. I knew Karl would be the one to pick me up. In fact, Karl actually said it was her that sent me the invitation. I guess she missed me. It was very nice to catch up with Karl, although it doesn't seem like much has happened with her in the last 5 years. I'm excited to see Mike again.

It seems not even my memories could do it justice. The sky is just so pretty, I could stare at it for hours. It's time to see Mike though. I don't know why, but I'm a little nervous.

Something is wrong. Something is very wrong. I saw Mike today, but he wasn't the same. He looks so old, much older than he should have aged in 5 years. There's so much of a difference from the man who used to fill in daily crosswords in pen to the sad person who didn't even remember my name. At least he seemed happy, but there's no way that happened on it's own. I'm going to give it a night's rest to process, and then I will confront Karl in the morning.

I asked Karl about it, and she looked almost embarrassed. She tried to tell me that Mike was happy here, and that it didn't really matter, but I kept pushing. Apparently your youth is the "price" you have to pay. I asked her why she brought me here. She said they just wanted me to know the truth. She wouldn't let me take Mike back, so I left right then and there. I thought I would be lost, but I guess Karl slipped some directions in my coat pocket. On the back was an apology, I'm not ready to forgive her. I don't think I'll ever be.

She's not wrong I guess. At least Mike was happy.

A Letter, 10/21/2034:

How much would you pay for happiness? I think I've finally decided my answer.

Goodbye Stretch. We had a lot of good times with the M.E.G, and we did a lot of good things, but now it's time for me to retire. I don't think I need to spell it out for you where I'm going, but I won't being coming back this time.


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