阿米莉亚·波特茅斯日记，1999年3月4日。

我不知道发生了什么。首先，我发现自己在一个可怕的管道隧道中，然后是一个有震耳欲聋的机器的地方;现在我在某个有花的田野里。我疯了吗？这一切只是一场梦吗？不，这不可能是对的。我记得清清楚楚如白昼。我在高中毕业时，我想我绊倒了，然后我在管道走廊里。这是濒死体验吗？我真的会摔得那么惨吗？这是地狱吗？我不觉得死了，但这并不意味着我没有死。我会继续前进，也许我会找到其他人来解释正在发生的事情。

阿米莉亚·波特茅斯日记，1999 年 3 月 5 日。

经过一天的步行，我终于找到了一些东西。我看到远处看起来像一个小村庄的东西。我欣喜若狂！我口干舌燥，饿了。令我惊讶的是，这里有人，不多，但还是有人。他们很好心地给我食物和水;他们可能救了我的命。他们说这个地方很安全，资源在随机时间出现在野外，这使他们能够维持自己。我仍然觉得这一切很奇怪，但我很高兴能来到一个看起来安全的地方。我还问我们在哪里，他们和我的故事相似。有些人在结束这里之前在一个黄色的房间里，有些人在某种仓库里。他们似乎和我一样对我们的整体情况感到困惑，但他们似乎很高兴他们有地方可以称之为家。

可憎的礼物的种子。所有的树都只有一粒种子，所有的树都可以一击倒掉......

阿米莉亚·波特茅斯日记，2002年6月16日。

难以置信的是，我找到了这个地方！就像一个天堂。食品、瓶装水、药品和建筑材料只是出现在田野里。没有人挨饿，每个人都有住的地方，大多数人看起来很幸福。在我来这里的几年里，我们已经从只有十几个人发展到50多人。我们在这个奇怪的地方建立了一个彻头彻尾的社区！人们只是从田野里徘徊进来，我们毫不犹豫地接受了他们。有些人的状态非常糟糕，但我们已经能够照顾他们恢复健康。据我所知，最近有更多的人流浪，至少根据我之前在这里的人的说法。看来，我们也不能离开这个地方。我们试图在现场找到一些东西，但似乎没有别的东西了。虽然我无论如何都不想离开。我爱我所属并帮助建立的社区。

天堂...不，你会在适当的时候看到一个真正的天堂。

阿米莉亚·波特茅斯日记，2004 年 4 月 22 日。

我想我已经坠入爱河了。玛丽莎是我见过的最甜蜜、最善良、最美丽的人。她让我发笑，只要和她在一起，我就感觉很好。我想我要约她约会。我希望她也有同样的感觉。

阿米莉亚·波特茅斯日记，2006年4月16日。

我不敢相信，但我和玛丽莎现在已经结婚了。我们举行了盛大的仪式和一切，就像普通的婚礼一样。这么多人出现了，但我想这是意料之中的，我们的人数呈指数级增长，人们很高兴参加。这一切感觉如此超现实，我以为我已经死了，现在我正在和我亲爱的玛丽莎在这里创造美好的生活。

在这样的地方建立生活是大自然的耻辱，是堕落的证明，是我们曾经未受污染的天堂的癌症生长。看到这个生命被撕裂，把他们带回辉煌的过去，那将是多么幸福。

阿米莉亚·波特茅斯日记，2011年9月5日。

令人难以置信的是，这个地方只有十几个人。我们现在有超过一千人称这个地方为家。人们有家人、朋友和同事。环顾四周，看到我们建造的东西，我就为自己是这里的第一批人而感到自豪。有玛丽莎在我身边，让我成为世界上最幸福的人。玛丽莎是我们的非官方医生之一。她接受过一些医学培训，并帮助解决了这里发生的颠簸和擦伤。她说她很幸运，没有发生太严重的事情;她不知道自己是否能处理真正的医疗紧急情况。

阿米莉亚·波特茅斯日记，2013 年 7 月 19 日。

我们今天有一个奇怪的访客。人们以为这是另一个居民，但他们开始问奇怪的问题，并说他们和另一个群体在一起。他们说，他们来自一个最近成立的组织，叫做“主要探险家小组”（Major Explorer Group），或者他们亲切地称之为M.E.G.。他们震惊地看到这个地方有这样的定居点。他们问了各种各样的问题，其中一些我们无法回答，但我们告诉他们，他们所说的这个“级别”没有已知的出口。他们试图使用他们携带的收音机打电话给某人，但没有奏效。尽管我们有很多资源，但我们还没有看到无线电或其他通信技术，所以他们有一个非常令人惊讶。他们最终离开了，以确认我们的说法，即没有出口，并在一段时间后回来。他们似乎正在适应这里的生活，但有点担心他们被切断了与团队的联系。

蠕动的M.E.G.蠕虫试图传播其影响力，就像蠕虫一样，它们将与可怜组织的其他部分一起被压在脚下。

阿米莉亚·波特茅斯日记，2016 年 8 月 2 日。

我们的人数再次膨胀，随着新移民和孩子的出生，我们只有不到5000人。想到我在这里住的时间几乎和我住在前厅一样长，真是太疯狂了（这么称呼它仍然很奇怪）。但说实话，有了玛丽莎和我们在这里建立的社区，我认为即使有选择，我也不会回去。我仍然想知道我的父母在做什么，我姐姐在做什么，我是如何来到这里的，但我想这已经过去了。我不能回去，我只需要专注于我面前的事情，并期待玛丽莎的未来。

很快。。。很快。。。你将回到它，你将见证过去。

阿米莉亚·波特茅斯的日记，2020 年 11 月 20 日。

我们最近打了10000人！我们是一个成熟的城镇！我们已经建造了一个适度的医院，餐馆，娱乐中心，甚至还有一个消防站以防万一。当我看到这一切时，我几乎要流泪了，当它开始这么小的时候，成为这么大的事情的一部分是令人敬畏的。我会很自豪能和我美丽的玛丽莎一起在这里度过余生。

这个可憎的礼物的闪亮象征已经持续了足够长的时间！你。。。你们所有人都将被带回辉煌的过去。是时候了。

阿米莉亚·波特茅斯日记，2020 年 11 月 21 日。

我不知道发生了什么。我把早餐递给玛丽莎，她消失在我眼前。我拼命地为她尖叫，却没有听到回答。我没有听到任何人的回答。我看了看屋外，没有看到任何人，只有我们镇上的空壳。然后我注意到了另一件事：永远蔚蓝的天空正在变暗，生机勃勃的花田开始枯萎。有些事情很不对劲，我得找个人;我需要找到玛丽莎。我恳求她是安全的。一想到她出事，我就忍不住。

阿米莉亚·波特茅斯日记，2020 年 11 月 22 日。

他妈的操他妈的！我已经走了一天，还没有看到一个灵魂。我试图从镇上拿走的所有东西都腐烂或变质了，田里的物资也是如此。我不知道该怎么办。我只想再见到玛丽莎。我想紧紧抱住她，不放手。我不能放弃希望。玛丽莎不希望我躺下死去。

阿米莉亚·波特茅斯日记，2020 年 11 月 23 日。

我筋疲力尽，又饿又渴。我不知道我是否可以坚持得更久。

阿米莉亚·波特茅斯日记，2020 年 11 月 24 日

我几乎不能走路，我想我脱水了，但我发现了一些东西。它看起来像田野中的一个巨大的陨石坑。我以前从未在这个地方见过这样的事情，也许这是一种出路。我必须尝试。也许玛丽莎以某种方式找到了她的路并离开了这里。如果这不是一个出口，请考虑这是我的最后一句话：我爱你玛丽莎。我爱你胜过一切。如果你看到这个，要知道，当我和你在一起时，我是世界上最幸福的女人。无论你在哪里，我希望你是安全的，我希望你能像我们在社区一样找到幸福。

她不得不面对过去;她的生活，她的社区，在这个地方是不自然的。她曾经称之为天堂的东西现在真正符合这个绰号。它被带回了辉煌的过去，它是自然的、和谐的、公正的。

生存难度：

等级：4

不安全

不稳定

中量实体

描述

Level 451是一片无边无际的平坦田野，到处都是枯死的棕色草和枯萎的花朵。天空永远是深灰色的，尽管在水平上没有降水的报告。此级别共享Level 0 的隔离效果，这意味着流浪者永远不会看到另一个流浪者。在关卡内发现的唯一建筑是一个曾经繁荣的社区的残余物，建筑物年久失修，资源被破坏。该领域唯一值得注意的是一个巨大的陨石坑，它在其底部设有该水平的唯一出口。火山口由棕色石头组成，有通向其底部的路径状露头，这意味着可以步行到达出口。然而，进入陨石坑是非常危险的，因为它被很少出现在层级其余部分的实体所淹没。

实体

这一关中的实体没有完整的记录，但通常在陨石坑外看到的唯一实体是猎犬、死亡飞蛾和偷皮者。在陨石坑内，据推测几乎可以找到任何实体，尽管这尚未得到证实。

基地、前哨和社区

由于Level 451的隔离性质，该级别内无法建立基地，前哨站或社区。

入口和出口

入口

Level 451 可以通过 Level 3 中打开的牢房门进入。这是随机发生的，并且没有即将进入关卡的警告。目前，这是Level 451唯一已知的入口。

出口

Level 451可以通过进入大陨石坑底部的一个洞来退出。这会将流浪者发送到Level  0 。目前，这是通往Level 451的唯一已知出口。

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• Paradise 451 - "A Picture of The Past"

Diary of Amelia Portmouth, March 4th, 1999.

I don’t know what’s going on. First I found myself in a horrible tunnel of pipes and then a place with deafening machines; now I’m in some field with flowers. Am I going crazy? Is this all just a dream? No, that can’t be right. I remember it clear as day. I was at my high school graduation, I think I tripped and then I was in a hallway of pipes. Is this a near death experience? Could I have really fallen that bad? Is this hell? I don’t feel dead, but that doesn't mean I’m not. I'll keep going, maybe I will find someone else who can explain what's going on.

Diary of Amelia Portmouth, March 5th, 1999.

After a day of walking I finally found something. I saw what looked like a small village in the distance. I was ecstatic! My mouth was dry and I was hungry. And to my surprise there were people here, not many, but people nonetheless. They were kind enough to give me food and water; they probably saved my life. They said that this place is safe and that resources appear in the field at random times, which allows them to sustain themselves. I still find all of this strange, but I’m just happy to be somewhere that seems safe. I also asked where we were and they had similar tales to mine. Some being in a room of yellow before ending up here and some being in some sort of warehouse. They seem as confused as I am about our overall situation, but they just seem to be happy that they have somewhere to call home.

A seed of the detestable present. All trees start with but a single seed, and all trees can be felled with one mighty blow…

Diary of Amelia Portmouth, June 16th, 2002.

It is unbelievable that I found this place! It's like a paradise. Food, bottled water, medicine, and building materials just appear in the fields. No one goes hungry, everyone has a place to live, and most seem happy. In the few years I’ve been here, we have grown from only a dozen people to over 50. We have made a downright community in this weird place! People just wander in from the field and we accept them without a second thought. Some have been in really bad shape, but we have been able to nurse them back to health. From what I’ve been told, more people have been wandering in recently, at least according to the people who were here before me. It also seems that we can’t leave this place. We have tried to find something past the field but it appears there is nothing else. Though I wouldn’t want to leave anyway. I love the community that I am a part of and helped build.

A paradise… no, you shall see a true paradise in due time.

Diary of Amelia Portmouth, April 22nd, 2004.

I think I’ve fallen in love. Marisha is the sweetest, kindest, most beautiful person I’ve ever met. She makes me laugh and I feel good just by being around her. I think I’m going to ask her on a date. I hope she feels the same way.

Diary of Amelia Portmouth, April 16th, 2006.

I can’t believe this, but me and Marisha are now married. We had a big ceremony and everything, just like a normal wedding. So many people showed up, but I guess that is to be expected, our numbers have grown exponentially and people were excited to attend. This all feels so surreal, I thought I was dead and now I’m creating a beautiful life here with my dear Marisha.

Building a life in such a place is a disgrace to nature, a testament to depravity, a cancerous growth on our once untainted paradise. How blissful it will be to see this life ripped away, to bring them back to the glorious past.

Diary of Amelia Portmouth, September 5th, 2011.

It is unbelievable that this place only started with a dozen people. We now have over a thousand people calling this place home. People have families, friends, and colleagues. Just looking around and seeing what we’ve built fills me with pride that I was among the first ones here. And having Marisha by my side has made me the happiest person in the world. Marisha is one of our unofficial doctors. She had some medical training and has helped with the bumps and scrapes that go on around here. She says that she is lucky that nothing too serious has happened; she doesn't know if she could handle a true medical emergency.

Diary of Amelia Portmouth, July 19th, 2013.

We had a strange visitor today. People assumed that it was another resident, but they started asking strange questions and said they were with another group. They said that they were from a recently formed organization called the Major Explorer Group, or the M.E.G. as they so affectionately call it. They were shocked to see such a settlement in this place. They asked all sorts of questions, some of which we couldn’t answer, but we informed them that there is no known exit from this “level” as they called it. They tried to use a radio that they were carrying to call someone but it did not work. Despite our numerous resources, we had yet to see a radio or other communication technology, so it was quite surprising that they had one. They eventually left to confirm our claim that there was no exit and came back some time later. They seem to be adjusting to life around here, but are a bit wary that they were cut off from their group.

A wriggling M.E.G. worm attempts to spread its influence, and like a worm, they will be crushed underfoot along with the rest of their pathetic organization.

Diary of Amelia Portmouth, August 2nd, 2016.

Our numbers have swelled once again, with newcomers and children being born, we are just shy of 5000 people. It is crazy to think I have lived here for almost as long as I lived in the Frontrooms (it is still strange to call it that). But to be honest, with Marisha and the community we’ve built here, I don’t think I would go back even if given the option. I still wonder how my mom and dad are doing, what my sister is doing, and how I got here, but I guess that is behind me. I can't go back to it, I just have to focus on what is in front of me and look forward to the future with Marisha.

Soon… soon… you will go back to it, you will bear witness to the past.

Diary of Amelia Portmouth, November 20th, 2020.

We have recently hit 10000 people! We are a full fledged town! We have built a modest hospital, restaurants, recreational centers, and even a fire station just in case. As I look at it all, I almost tear up, to be a part of something so big when it started so small is awe inspiring. I will be proud to live the rest of my days here alongside my beautiful Marisha.

This shining symbol of the detestable present has gone on long enough! You… all of you will be brought back to the glorious past. It is time.

Diary of Amelia Portmouth, November 21st, 2020.

I don’t know what’s going on. I was handing Marisha her breakfast and she disappeared before my very eyes. I desperately screamed for her but heard no answer. I heard no answer from anyone. I looked outside our house and there was no one to be seen, just the empty shell of our town. I then noticed something else: the perpetually blue sky was turning dark and the vibrant field of flowers was beginning to wilt. Something is very wrong, I have to find someone; I need to find Marisha. I plead that she is safe. I can’t bear the thought of something happening to her.

Diary of Amelia Portmouth, November 22nd, 2020.

Fuck Fuck FUCK! I’ve been walking for a day and haven’t seen a soul. All the stuff I tried to take from the town was rotted or spoiled and the same can be said for the supplies in the fields. I don’t know what to do. I just want to see Marisha again. I want to hold her tight and not let go. I can’t give up hope. Marisha would not want me to lie down and die.

Diary of Amelia Portmouth, November 23rd, 2020.

I’m exhausted, hungry, and thirsty. I don’t know if I can go on much longer.

Diary of Amelia Portmouth, November 24th, 2020

I can barely walk and I think I am dehydrated, but I have found something. It looks like a giant crater in the field. I’ve never seen such a thing in this place before, maybe it's a way out. I have to try. Maybe Marisha somehow found her way there and got out of here. If it is not an exit, consider this my final words: I love you Marisha. I love you more than anything. If you ever see this, know that I was the happiest woman in the world when I was with you. Wherever you are, I hope you are safe and I hope you can find happiness like we did in our community.

She had to face the past; her life, her community, it was unnatural in this place. What she once called a paradise now truly fits that moniker. It has been brought back to the glorious past, it is natural, harmonious, and just.

Description

Level 451 is an infinite flat field with dead, brown grass and wilted flowers. The sky is perpetually a dark grey, though no precipitation has been reported in the level. This level shares the isolating effect of Level 0, meaning a wanderer will never see another wanderer. The only structures found within the level are the remnants of what appeared to be a once thriving community, the buildings having fallen into disrepair and the resources being spoiled. The only notable thing in the field is a large crater, which houses the only exit of the level at its base. The crater is comprised of brown stone and has pathway-like outcroppings that lead to its base, meaning that it is possible to reach the exit on foot. However, entering the crater is very dangerous as it is overrun with entities that rarely appear in the rest of the level.

Entities

The entities in this level are not fully documented, but usually the only ones seen outside the crater are Hounds, Deathmoths, and Skin-Stealers. Within the crater, it is presumed that almost any entity could be found, though this is unconfirmed.

Bases, Outposts, and Communities

Due to Level 451’s isolating nature, no bases, outposts, or communities can be set up within the level.

Entrances and Exits

Entrances

Level 451 can be entered by going through an open jail cell door in Level 3. This occurs at random and has no warning that one is about to enter the level. Currently, this is the only known entrance to Level 451.

Exits

Level 451 can be exited by going in a hole at the base of the large crater. This will send the wanderer to Level 0. Currently, this is the only known exit to Level 451.

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