A.Journal

Checks

Easy

Fall back on the Opera's most battle-tested persona -- the sock trader. Your training should hold. Concede nothing, validate less.

Medium

Fuck, fuck, scatter, gäng! Gnaw arms off, run!

Easy

Explains those hideous rubber boots she's wearing.

Medium

THE PEN REDACTS AND EXTRACTS! SICKENING DIALECTICAL PERVERSION.

Challenging

Apart from when it's her detainees talking.

Challenging

You're beginning to suspect this woman has no copyediting experience whatsoever!

Medium

All sound from the city above has evaporated. Like you were never in a city at all.

Medium

Medium

Medium

As with all mammals, eyeball size is disproportionate to the skull that houses them, creating that adorable pleading expression.

Easy

Fun and nutritious.

Medium

Find out, conduct experiments.

Medium

Yes, gang. Gang, boar gang!

Easy

BEHOLD THE CLOVEN-HOOFED EFFECT OF URBAN ADMINISTRATIVE COLLAPSE.

Medium

We're not fucking narcs.

Medium

He's a blank piece of media.

Medium

There's someone in there. A potential you for you to awaken.

Medium

Pathetic. Vulnerable. Malleable.

Trivial

Staring at the frail shape in bed, Poor Dante's words echo in your mind.

Easy

Some things are better left untouched.

Formidable

Reanimate your double. (Use Gonza's stamp.)

Medium

Like a bird's nest after the snake ate its fill.

Trivial

There's something wrong.

Easy

Easy

The watcher has abandoned his station.

Easy

A firm slap might be the last thing he needs to come back.

Easy

Don't fuck around. Straight for the love zone.

Easy

This is deeply wrong. Try making this seem like it was some sort of medical thing. Kiss of life, yeah?

Trivial

Easy

Like any good operant, he is keeping all cards pressed to chest.

Easy

His chest keeps rising and falling in slow, uneven swells.

Medium

In another life, you are both earnestly selling your cotton wares, far beyond the shadows of international intelligence.

Easy

You can do it, CASCADE!, he says with his eyes.

Trivial

The old prisoner said that the more formative the memory, the better.

Easy

A sacrifice. For the machine-god.

Trivial

The device requires an internalised memory. Check your conditioning, operant.

Legendary

Imprint your memory onto PSEUDOPOD.

Easy

A map of resentments, a territory of pain.

Medium

Like your heartbeat adjusts to the pulse of a drum, the device attempts to calibrate something in your brain.

Medium

The lid will never come off again.

Easy

Colours bloom between the pulses, pale iridescent violets and fleeting greens.

Easy

The device hums as though also in pain.

Challenging

A sudden jolt of movement from the edge of your peripheral vision.

Challenging

Feral sentience. Unformed. Willing.

Easy

Operant off-script. The situation is serious.

Medium

Is it just you, or has he gotten... kind of cute?

Medium

This is the last good look it will get at you.

Medium

All the same you feel there's a two-way mirror, and on the other side, a row of blank faces sitting in judgement.

Medium

At your back, the howl of the ventilation shaft. If you wanted, you could... just...

Easy

Your abdomen contracts. This is wrong.