You're a corporate wage slave, trapped in an endless cycle of pointless tasks for a faceless bureaucracy, just scraping by to afford the bare essentials needed to survive.

Lately, you've been obsessing over the urban legend of the Backrooms. Supposedly, by "noclipping" out of reality in just the right areas, one can escape to another world, an empty, endless space, far from the shackles of modern life. The idea unsettles you, but it also tempts you. Maybe this is your chance to finally be free.

On impulse, you walk out of your job without notice. No two weeks' notice. Just gone. With what little money you have left, you start preparing. You've picked up a sturdy leather backpack and are now shopping for supplies.

>Each anon has a budget of $100 to buy supplies