🏳️‍🌈

CHRONICLES OF AN UNDOCUMENTED CORNER OF THE BACKROOMS

What the GPD won't tell you.

so obviously level gay is very, very cold. huddling for warmth is all well and good, but you need to find your way somewhere warm
is that… an inn? that's wonderful. you and your… partner? no- no, your compatriot. you and your compatriot head into the inn, ready to pay whatever it takes to get a bed for the night

the innkeeper is waiting at the rustic front desk with a cigarette in his mouth. he's beautiful. i mean, in an objective sense. what, can a guy not appreciate another guy being beautiful in the objective sense? he's looking at you with these eyes, you think he might totally be into you. or at least he's sizing you up… until you notice the ring on his finger. there's a photo on the wall behind him, him next to some other guy — his spouse, you figure. the guy looks a little like you, so you're relieved that at the very least you must be his type. but then you wonder why exactly it is you were relieved?

"So are you going to ask for a room, or what?"

you didn't realize how out of it you were until you were snapped back to reality. yes, a room. that would be lovely.

"Certainly. We'll need two rooms."

the innkeeper reclines in his chair and takes a drag from his cigarette.

"No can do, friend. Only one room."

"Only one room?" your partner asks, jaw slack.

"Yup. Only the one."

no way. this is too weird. this level is messed up — it's messing with your mind, certainly trying to lure you into some kind of trap. so you turn tail, only to see that the world outside is nothing but a flat white colour. the snow outside has come up higher than the windows.

so you suppose you could stay. you know, just for one night.

"We'll take it."