Desire from absence.

Maybe that's why you were taken out of action for five years. The non-Hershel highlights the need for the real-Hershel.

You are the nib from which life spills, captured across the page.

Focusing on the relentless black on white of the pages make your eyes strain with effort.

Both showcase a serious passion for cryptography -- done purely for the love of it.

Hopefully the Editor-in-Chief will have made a dent in HOLOCENE's work soon.

The Editor-in-Chief said she's responsible for this page. Perhaps she could help you decode HOLOCENE's work.

Whoever made the magazine's cryptograms page could help you decode HOLOCENE's work.

The person in charge of the magazine should know -- the Editor-in-Chief.

Someone from the magazine must deliver each of the issues to the Honour Book Stall...

Whoever the Editor-in-Chief of the magazine is should know.

You've already solved two ciphers since you've returned, so they should be child's play.

No need to waste time on anything that doesn't directly help with your assignment. You can't start doing cryptograms for fun.

You've already solved HOLOCENE's cipher since you returned, so they should be child's play.

Don't waste time on anything that doesn't directly help with your assignment. You still haven't solved the cipher left behind by PSEUDOPOD.

You've already solved Tempo's cipher since you returned, so you've had a little practice, at least.

If you want something to solve, you still have HOLCENE's cipher to decode.

Though you are yet to solve a single cipher since you've returned. You may be a little rusty.

Don't waste time on anything that doesn't directly help with your assignment. You still haven't solved the cipher left behind by PSEUDOPOD.

HOLOCENE would have loved this section. Cryptograms were his thing.

HOLOCENE would love this section. Cryptograms are his thing.

Must be the acknowledgement that the Civilisation Trust demands from the cultural products it funds.

CLAW MARKS LEFT BEHIND BY THE VULTURE OF CAPITAL.

Seems like an acknowledgement of some kind.

Thanking someone or something that helps to make the magazine possible.

That's the building where the Luzian prisoner is being held. The site of your interrogation.

That's the building where the Luzian prisoner is being held. The place you managed to escape from before being caught...

That's the place with the shiny new intercom near the roundabout. So it's a poetry magazine...

That's near the roundabout, east of the Bazaar. This poetry magazine must have its office there.

First impressions matter -- the person responsible for the design of this journal knows that.

Their pelts are damp and shiny with rain. You expect the smell of wet dog -- there is none.

Queen-in-waiting.

Beasts rendered ridiculous. Grotesque trophies.

These are knock offs. Fakes.

In the Portofiran plushie scene, some of the knock off labels have become their own commodity, almost as sought after as the real deal.

La Luz: Expansive techno-fascist state known for high quality electronics, pogroms, and pop music.

These are... not that. They're knock offs. Fakes.

BRAZEN POLITICAL THREAT! THE PILE DECLARES THAT THIS TOO IS THE FUTURE OF THE WORKING CLASS: DEFANGED, FUZZY, SOLD IN A HEAP.

You said yourself these plushies are sinister... what shape has breached containment?

What shape has breached containment?

Fuck off. Has to be. Root it out.

It's because they're defenceless. They trigger the impulse to nurture.

They trigger the impulse to crush. They're fuzzy so that they can withstand the violence of affection.

THE 'PLUSHIE' ENCOURAGES BOUTS OF 'SUBJECTIVE IMAGINATION' IN THE YOUNG COMMUNIST, UNGROUNDED BY MATERIAL FACT.

Where are you hiding, plushie #3?

Plushie #3 has shredded the social contract.

Plushie #3 will bite down on the neck of the world and fuck it 'til it howls.

Plastic eyes teeming in the dark.

A hundred strong. If only they could move as öne.

And then they'll probably turn around and add even more wolves.

Checks