A.Journal

Checks

Godly

Easy

The buttons go down with a satisfying thunk thunk thunk.

Medium

Execution site. Marked. Cordoned off with banishment seals.

Medium

FASCISM WILL BLEED UPON A MONUMENT TO ITSELF.

Trivial

This is information that you already had... but now you know you're not a step behind.

Easy

The information. Not the kiss.

Heroic

Tongue the enemy.

Formidable

AW YEA, THE GÄNG GETS SÖME.

Legendary

In an apartment block in a suburb of Novessa, twenty minutes by commuter rail, a middle aged woman watches a few seconds of a heavily censored erotic thriller before changing the channel. An open can of treacly liqueur has gone warm next to her.

Medium

Forgive us, Melita!

Formidable

Use Duchess's technique on her.

Challenging

The gap can fit a whole shrine in there?

Formidable

Don't listen to her, doohickey, you're awesome!

Trivial

Fucking hell, Diego pities us.

Legendary

Shoot to wound.

Easy

She's tough. Respect.

Challenging

You've been doohickeyed, bitch.

Challenging

Twenty-six bones and no major blood vessels. She should be thanking you.

Easy

THAT'S WHY LIBERALISM GAVE YOU TWO.

Easy

Blood gush. Death rush.

Challenging

She won't. You can feel it, her knowledge of the doohickey. It weighs more than usual.

Medium

His eyebrows meet in the middle as he contemplates this new aspect of being.

Easy

Don't let your guard down.

Trivial

The intern from the literary magazine.

Medium

She winks, her finger tracing the rim of her glass -- she thinks you're in on a secret.

Medium

This is SILHOUETTE.

Medium

The Lich isn't the one giving the order to leave? That's odd.

Medium

Oh, god. Are you stalling?

Medium

A classic and storied CASCADE tactic. See also: the time you had six months to get your parent or guardian to fill out a permission slip for a class trip to the Hothica Lighthouse.

Medium

Excellent lore. Definitely useful. Now, let's stub out and go.

Easy

Whatever book she's working her way through at the moment, it will remain unfinished.

Medium

How is this useful, CASCADE? Are you gaining anything from her that you really need?

Easy

Existential dread is a foreign concept to her. Must be nice.

Easy

A feeling that should be crushing you right now. Why aren't you getting a move on?

Easy

The only reason the one on this tram is still functional is because it's the quietest route on the line.

Medium

You imagine her drooling, twitching, brain a fine gruel.

Medium

Good. If she goes non-verbal then she won't be able to distract you any more.

Medium

You imagine her screaming soundlessly, both legs blown off and hanging by shredded flesh somewhere above her.

Medium

Good. If she's blast-zone collateral then she won't be able to distract you any more.

Medium

You imagine her crumpled and dead from a stray bullet, blood running down the front of her mirrored sunglasses.

Medium

Good. If she's bullet fodder then she won't be able to distract you any more.

Medium

Solo-karaoke, no one around to hear her shout-singing along to the griefsludge disc she keeps in her bag for days like this.

Easy

They should have put it behind glass, so it could be treasured. Worshipped. Curated and handled only by the high priests of the conductor class.

Easy

Are you gambling the gäng's fate on a busted machine?

Easy

IT IS TOO LATE FOR IDEOLOGY TO SAVE HER, ANYWAY.

Easy

Even mid-assignment, the tyrant queen holds his heart in her talons.

Formidable

Somewhere in a designer hotel, a bleach-clean prison where she waits for her one-way trip to the moon, a twenty-one year-old pop sensation feels a chill, followed by a sudden, uncontrollable bout of nausea.

Challenging

YOU WILL CATCH THE REACTIONARY IN THE ACT YET.

Medium

You're all doomed.

Easy

Hopefully a nicotine-addled teenager with expensive taste is what the Lich saw, too.