A.Journal

Checks

Easy

You feel all her focus on you, the point of a knife.

Challenging

He means this as a compliment.

Medium

GOOD MUNICIPAL BEATS.

Easy

Darkness, thunder crack, torchlight illuminating his face.

Easy

Of course there are. Show the machines and their OSTs some respect.

Easy

Blood Golem are before her time. But not Tempo's.

Formidable

Blue heat, shaking in the boundless dark. The edges turn purple, widen. A moment of shivering anticipation before the soundless boom. Another dead star.

Easy

Your muscles slacken, weighed down by a mounting force.

Easy

Eyes closed, chin raised. Head tilted towards the jukebox. Waiting for her voice.

Trivial

His glasses slip down his nose. He's trying to fight it. He can't.

Trivial

You have a screwdriver. Hack and customise your hearing feature.

Trivial

The girl by the window is wearing headphones. You could swipe them from her.

Medium

Or listen with him. You'll die, but you will know.

Easy

Emptiness in stereo.

Easy

And never will again.

Challenging

What would they notice? Another unremarkable tram, making its daily commute? Or might they sense, on some cardinal level, the contamination you've untethered, the frightful hazard more primitive nations would have marked with rings of salt and paper seals?

Medium

It makes you homesick.

Formidable

For a place you'll never know.

Easy

He's singing along, even though he's never heard it before.

Easy

You lose something, too.

Trivial

Where are we off to?

Medium

Crushed between two walls, even in her last moments.

Challenging

Your heart cracks. For your new friend and the old one within her.

Medium

His muffled voice is light, higher than such a large man should be able to produce.

Easy

Gears and wheels. Tiny atomic cogs. You're going to slip between them.

Formidable

A loose bolt whines on the hull of a submarine, L-45 Class. Bioluminescent monsters swarm toward the sound, a flashing stream of wet greed.

Easy

You tell her... all will be forgiven!

Easy

Just might hurt a little.

Legendary

Steal headphones from a passenger.

Easy

Her eyes are a deep, layered brown.

Easy

Like she's waiting for you to ask a favour.

Easy

Consumer earpiece quality. Suboptimal, though it'll still work. Probably. Might goo you up a bit.

Easy

This is enough. We can tank the rest.

Easy

A baby's handprint, sticky and clear over a thatch of dirt.

Medium

Her mother kept pointing to the birds which circled below, then the valley beneath the cloud. But the little girl was only interested in looking up.

Legendary

"You are a void... At least in my own darkness I can dream..."

Easy

You lose something, too.

Formidable

Hack your eardrums.

Easy

Easy

Doesn't hurt enough yet. Deeper.

Medium

The sound of Ultra Violeta's voice lessens the pain.

Easy

Knuckles on soft wood.

Challenging

This is enough. We can tank the rest.

Easy

Contaminated. Soul death.

Medium

Yes. Hard reset for the whole tram.

Easy

Everyone will die. Including you, if you don't protect yourself somehow.

Challenging

Own goal in the dying minutes.

Medium

You become aware of the gun's shape, cradled against your ribs. Your index finger warms and curls.

Easy

You've never been here. Everything you're experiencing is for the first time.

Easy

Is it... possible you've been here before? You have no memory of it, but he seems very certain.