I've been riding the side-conversion carousel so I can get my first point of notability, then I'm gonna keep flipping cards until I get the last Favour: Criminals I need.
Thanks! It took three tries, and as I kept complaining those Comprehensive Bribes were freaking punishing, but I did it.
Then I immediately quit being an author and started a cult instead. As one does.
Dilemma: The Parthenaeum is a bunch of stodgy old men who can't cope with a little scandal, but the Young Stags are flippant rich kids who probably don't understand the significance of a language that sets you on fire.
Ultimately I'm going with the Stags because I figure I see them as part useful dupes, and part fellow hedonists (and also because I'd rather have more dreaded/bizarre than respected) but more variety in clubs would really be nice.
Hmm, I'm not 100% sure what to do next. I'm currently building up my Investigating, either so I can finally finish this university storyline or so I can trade it in for Rostygold in the Flit and get right out to sea (the main benefit of which is I would apparently be able to get this key to give the Merry Gentleman to finally GET HIM OUT OF MY HOUSE progress my Ambition).
I do want to finish joining the Young Stags, but I'll need to grind Stolen Correspondences some more to get the Intriguing Snippets for more than one Personal Recommendation.
Well we ain't exactly sterling examples of humanity ourselves at this point. :P
Hey now, there's a difference between doing terrible, terrible things to the raggedy men, and the kind of shifty things that young rich poffs get up to.
The Parthenaum may be old rich poffs, but at least it doesn't seem too corrupt.
This game reminds me of Monster Hunt, in that you can find literally dozens of the same card when you're not looking for it, but as soon as you are, it vanishes from the deck. (Ask me how many times I've seen the Rubbery Men connections card in the past few days, compared to the amount of Criminals cards I've flipped.)
I still need one more personal recommendation, which just requires one more go-round on "A Polite Invitation" (I hope).
Also, I sold a bunch of random stuff to get a Smock of Four Thousand Three Hundred and Eight Pockets. I don't really care for it, but I figured since I'm going to need it eventually to become An Extraordinary Mind, I might as well get it now so I can benefit from it this whole time.
Anyway, I was really hoping this month's exceptional story would feature the Dawn Machine but it looks like it's Anarchists vs Devils, and I don't want to piss off either group (at least, not till I grind up Revolutionary to 100 so I can get that cinder) so I'm going to continue to give subscription a miss for the nonce.
Considering how complicated the stuff like Flint was, I'm glad to see a simple story about me, a guy and the Bishop of Southwark blowing up the Brass Embassy. Just good old political terrorism.
But that's where I live! I am pretty tempted to just get Flint at some point though, its description sounds awesome.
Also, I started playing The Silver Tree. I'm hoping it unlocks some little metaqualities like FL does for SS (I helped the princess achieve immortality which you'd think would have an effect on the future, for one), but even if not the writing and atmosphere are still well worth it on their own, and it's nice that the actions are basically unlimited.
I still need one more personal recommendation, which just requires one more go-round on "A Polite Invitation" (I hope).
Also, I sold a bunch of random stuff to get a Smock of Four Thousand Three Hundred and Eight Pockets. I don't really care for it, but I figured since I'm going to need it eventually to become An Extraordinary Mind, I might as well get it now so I can benefit from it this whole time.
I just got the 2 recommendations I needed (since I had one from A Rainbow of Offerings) by repeatedly stealing all the Duchess's letters. I'm sure she doesn't mind.
Meanwhile, I went back to the University to finish up that storyline. I'm out on my ass, but with the aid of scientific expeditions I'm sure that'll be all better in no time.
I do like there's an option to just burn the whole place down, but I'm gonna have to pass. I was also surprised but pleased to see a Secrets Framed in Gold option.
Almost there! It turns out Connected qualities apparently cap at 50 CP per level, so this is going a bit faster than I thought it would.
Although I'm not sure what I'm actually going to DO once I get to the Nadir. Besides lose all my memories in a haze of radiation, I guess. But the last time I encountered irrigo I apparently lost all memory of the things I did to become a criminal overlord and got a Direful Reflection in the bargain, so it worked out quite well overall.
Still haven't drawn the (hopefully) last polite invitation I need, but I am up to 100 Revolutionaries, so my plans for tonight are either go to a delightful society party or descend into the irradiated depths of the unknown.
So the duels to the death that don't actually end in death keep having increasingly absurd conclusions. I didn't think anything was going to top Mr Inch's, but I just beat Chi Lan and it's kind of incredible.
Spoiler:
Knowing full well that Chi Lan will fight only with a sword, you seed the Palace rooftops with useful items: a spare weapon here, a man-trap there. Even a duellist of your prowess stands little chance against her in a fencing match, so you will have to improvise.
In the first minute of the duel, Chi Lan advances implacably. You are forced to leap down from the rooftops, crashing through a window to a narrow, winding hallway. Chi Lan pursues, and you soon find yourself in the cellars beneath the palace. You rush past an armed servant bearing five huge keys and hurtle into darkness.
After ten minutes of stalking and ambushes, you hear a monstrous scream-roar and sounds of a fight. There is something else down here. Something terrible. Something dangerous enough to wound Chi Lan. Several somethings, by the sound of it, with more somethings emerging by the minute. Get out, before the somethings surround you!
You retreat. Chi Lan isn't seen for days, but when she finally emerges, she will not speak of what happened. Feducci awards you the purse.
Also I made it out of the Nadir with only two points of Irrigo, because after I got my Ravenous Henchman, interacting with the Missionary and doing something else I forget, my hand was just full of crap so I bailed. Left the couple to fight amongst themselves, stole their candles, immediately sold the cave's location to the Great Game. Mainly because of the reward but also because I figure that the Game, as a whole, is too fractured to really do anything with the information.
Being Closest To them instead of Bohemians is weird though.
Oh man, I JUST realized each of the tier 3 professions (and/or their items) is associated with a Neathbow color.
Correspondents get violant Ink, Crooked Crosses are lacquered in apocyan, Licentiates have a list written in gant, Midnighters have an irrigo shrine, Monster-Hunters presumably have peligin in em, and Glassmen are associated with both cosmogone and viric.
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Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
I have a stick now.
"One last project".
A reckoning is not to be postponed indefinitely.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Through a convoluted plan that involved annoying Jack so he would try to stab an acquaintance, I am now a crime boss.
Look what I found~
What the hell?!
The choice is made.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
The Brass Embassy
The lobby teems with the desperately poor and the sinfully rich. Beyond it is a labyrinth of pipework, bureaucracy, and goats. Be on your guard
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
I guess I'm a Bond villain by this point.
Meanwhile, I went back to the University to finish up that storyline. I'm out on my ass, but with the aid of scientific expeditions I'm sure that'll be all better in no time.
A choice not made lightly.
All shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.
Cat!
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
If you're aiming for the correspondent, you want that ocelot. You want it so hard.
In the first minute of the duel, Chi Lan advances implacably. You are forced to leap down from the rooftops, crashing through a window to a narrow, winding hallway. Chi Lan pursues, and you soon find yourself in the cellars beneath the palace. You rush past an armed servant bearing five huge keys and hurtle into darkness.
After ten minutes of stalking and ambushes, you hear a monstrous scream-roar and sounds of a fight. There is something else down here. Something terrible. Something dangerous enough to wound Chi Lan. Several somethings, by the sound of it, with more somethings emerging by the minute. Get out, before the somethings surround you!
You retreat. Chi Lan isn't seen for days, but when she finally emerges, she will not speak of what happened. Feducci awards you the purse.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead