A.Journal

Checks

Medium

OPEN IT. ALL PARCELS MUST PASS THROUGH PROCEDURAL SCREENING AND CUSTOMS. JUST IN CASE.

Medium

It's quiet. No activity behind the door. Once open, you should be in the clear.

Easy

The keypad sends its input to a series of relays inside the door. If the input is right, solenoids pull the bolts open.

Easy

Assuming an eight-digit combination, you're looking at a hundred million possibilities. Rounded up by one.

Medium

An intricate configuration that reminds you of the night sky.

Medium

There is only one security system that uses that setup, the Abwehr-Pastorius Mk. III. A legendary keypad and lock duo.

Easy

A vulnerability leaked to the Opera in 87, courtesy of a disgruntled engineer who had defected to the People's Republic.

Medium

A cheat? There lies the scoundrel's way. No thrill in that, no panache!

Medium

There's something about stars and what it says about this type of lock, but it doesn't quite come to you.

Heroic

Crack the code.

Challenging

You remember the first batches of number, at least. The right combination must be among what's left.

Easy

Your knees could go at any second, the elation's that strong.

Challenging

Numbers... Blurry... Must try everything again.

Challenging

You roughly remember where you stopped last time. Whatever's left, you'll have to try all over.

Trivial

But what's the order? And there's four digits. Which number's repeated? You're not just going to guess, right?

Challenging

Exploit the lock's vulnerability.

Easy

Glossy metal finish, no hint of rust or weathering.

Easy

No prey here -- only a challenge. Your teeth chatter from the thrill.

Trivial

Confetti floats from above, a rainbow of crepe paper falling around your head and shoulders.

Trivial

Surely you weren't anticipating otherwise? That's ghost 'fetti.

Trivial

RIGHTEOUSNESS ALWAYS SPILLS FROM THE SOLDIERS OF THE PEOPLE, NO MATTER HOW DIMINUTIVE.

Trivial

A Pocket Combatant -- a type of miniature army which reached its sales height in the 50s. Recalled, discontinued, sued into oblivion when the figures were found to be made of lead.

Easy

You hear a splat, followed by a man's yell. A woman cheers, 'Ectoplasm!'

Trivial

Even in this spectral form you recognise him -- Sweet Nestor, Portofiro's supreme leader.

Trivial

Even in this spectral form you recognise him -- Sweet Nestor, Portofiro's supreme leader from the years 28 to 80.

Trivial

You are outnumbered by ghosts.

Trivial

Ghosts! They're ghosts!

Heroic

Tune in to the building's frequency.

Easy

One props up a sign which says: 'INTERNATIONAL PARTY CONFERENCE PARTY 66'.

Medium

Ghost gäng. Huddle up.

Medium

Gäng don't fuck with ghosts. Scatter.

Medium

THE ENGINEERING HAS EMBRACED PERPETUAL REVOLUTION.

Medium

The earth is alive; it breathes and shifts in its sleep. Concrete does not. The building is going to collapse.

Medium

Vertiginous patterns of broken tile swirl below you. Your head swims.

Trivial

You hear a few chords on a guitar, just for a moment.

Impossible

For a second you think you hear someone singing behind you, but there is nobody there.

Trivial

For a split second, you're sure you can hear someone strumming a bass guitar.

Easy

But be warned: You may have to read the whole thing.

Easy

You are preparing to strike the cruelest blow.

Trivial

The title jars a memory -- HOLOCENE engrossed within its pages, maybe the only time he was oblivious to the world.

Legendary

He keeps his hands loose, but he's coiled within, like a mauled animal.

Medium

He's... Lichgäng?

Trivial

Your mind rebels at the thought. Zero out this uncanny monster.

Challenging

A barracks full of small boys, huddled together on a cold floor. An older man reads aloud from a worn and dogeared book. His words echo off the low, tin ceiling.

Challenging

Keep your gun close.

Trivial

Enough preamble. You're here for one thing only.

Challenging

You should be armed right now. This was a mistake.

Medium

You mark the features. The imperious nose. The fleshy cheeks.

Challenging

The same 'heroes' who dropped Berrion bombs on the Tenantries of St. Ulwen.

Medium

PUT THIS FASCIST ROADER IN THE GROUND.