A.Journal

Checks

Easy

The void around you grows agitated, heating and wetting, as your senses close around the thing.

Easy

Whoever it is, they produce a white hot antipathy in you.

Medium

Blood pumps. Heartbeat tapdance. Around you, the smell of sex rises.

Legendary

Close your eyes. Draw what enters your mind.

Medium

Living... living and round... living and round and within...

Medium

Scheming. Force. Dangerous.

Challenging

A nuclear core of psychosis... both real and imagined...

Formidable

Deprived of sight, the inches of paper travelled by your pen feel like chasms.

Medium

A crude impression of one, at least.

Medium

Is it also wearing... a tiny dressing gown?

Challenging

A note of sadness in his voice.

Challenging

A mind churning in perpetual consumption of itself.

Impossible

Make contact with HOLOCENE.

Medium

GÄNG! ARE YOU OUT THERE?

Medium

Gäng's skipped psychic town.

Easy

Like a child waiting for a dreadful present.

Impossible

Impossible

SOME NICE BIRDS.

Impossible

Maybe a squiggle at the top?

Easy

Hemorrhoidal anus, disabled bird, squiggly line of undefined intent.

Easy

THE SMALL CONTROLLER IN TERRIBLE DISGUISE. KILL IT.

Medium

Designed to be taken into the far reaches by cosmonauts. Any alien life matter can be sealed inside and brought home.

Medium

Plaintext. No cipher. Good start.

Medium

Preparing to ram his plane of reality into yours.

Challenging

Your true enemy has yet to reveal itself.

Medium

The phoneless handler.

Medium

Curse. Parasite. Uproot.

Medium

The mere sight of HOLOCENE's handwriting incurs a shiver of post-codebreaking trauma.

Medium

IF THERE IS A HOLOCENE, THERE IS ALSO AN INNER HOLOCENE.

Challenging

Fool him with his own systems. Bridle his hypertrophied imagination -- the outcome will be the same.

Medium

And... presumably... HOLOCENE's method of locating you in the first place.

Medium

THIS DIPLOMACY SEEMS TO HAVE RUN ITS COURSE.

Easy

Muffled noises emanate from within.

Challenging

Dear god, it's trying to talk to you.

Challenging

It's impossible to tell which limb moves next -- beware!

Medium

That holds. Nothing would be audible beyond twenty kilometres.

Easy

For a moment, you're back in that classroom, staring at a great plume of smoke on a small screen, rising, and rising -- until the feed abruptly cuts out.

Easy

One of these things is not like the others.

Easy

Horrifically vague, yet ominous. Here's a thread to pull at.

Medium

Each sentence reads as if it was rehearsed for an already-nodding audience.

Medium

This isn't any 'psychology' you recognise; it's all esoteric neuroscience and qualia.

Medium

The clinical care of the descriptions is what chills you, the obsessive attention to each crew member's nuances and weaknesses.

Challenging

The language is different but the tone is familiar. It's like how operants assess and cultivate assets.

Trivial

'Boundaries are illusions; everything looks back.'

Challenging

'Boundaries are illusions; everything looks back.'

Easy

A shudder runs through you, as if brushing against a frayed wire.

Medium

The words leave an unpleasant feeling, like a whiff of putrid meat.

Medium

A jagged cathedral, wreathed in smoke and flames, quivering against a bruised sky.

Medium

Luminous. Immense. Doomed.

Medium

Eyes meet across the cabin, the same terror and wonder reflected as metal screams around them.