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Ugh, my head hurts. Wait, where am I?

I'm standing near a small folding table on a sidewalk somewhere in New York. I see police lights flashing, blocking off this area of 59th Street. Wait, how do I know that?

Oh, now I remember this feeling. Why was I amnesticized in the middle of a containment mission? I look down and see a clipboard with an empty notebook and a note, clearly in my handwriting, though much less legible than usual.

When the pain or the bleeding starts take Class-A. Destroy all your notes except this one.

Current task: Determine nature of anomaly

Heh, well I guess it's all figured out for me then. Gotta see what it is without too much contact. I know, we need to give the task force their own oxygen. Yeah, that's right. There was something about the air that was bad. And there's a … baby? Researcher Chen says they're questioning it… oh now it's bleeding.

Finally all cleaned up. Task force is reporting, they getting stronger cognitohazard readings in the hall. Fuck it's that pain again. Ok so the anomaly isn't too big, we know that. We just need to find it and we can box it up. Wait, they're screaming? Something in the kitchen? Aren't they blind? Oh god, my hands are covered in blood…


Ugh, my head hurts. Wait, where am I?

I'm in the middle of the street, there's fire. Security is swarming, medical is everywhere. Containment mission. We're almost there, just need… oh, there's a note.

When the pain or the bleeding starts take Class-A. Destroy all your notes except this one.

Current task: Determine nature of anomaly Contain anomaly

No other papers.

What happened? I don't see anything anomalous, maybe a cognitohazard breach? Oh right, there's an anomaly, but we can't box it for some reason. The D-class on the radio are upset, no, frustrated. God damn it, they're not telling me what's happening in there. Oh good a D-class dossier, who do we have available? Charles Dorian, 32 years old, former entertainer. Ha, we should send him in to cheer them all up.

We sent him in.

God, if I have to listen to that D-class one more time I'll go in there myself to shut her up. For some fucking reason they're even more annoyed now. todo Ha, now he's saying he built a bunch of the cage. Wait, he did what? Wait, is this thing… fuck the pain is back. I need to write down what I know… wait, I need to write down what to do. Shit, where are the amnestics?


Ugh, my head hurts. Wait, where am I?

I'm sitting on the sidewalk, my hands on my head. Police lights flashing somewhere, am I under arrest? No, I'm on a field mission. Wait, how do I know that?

I must have been amnesticized. My notebook is lying on the ground, there must be something I can glean from this.

Ok. Unusual deaths, we send in Pi-1. They're all getting migraines, one of them dies after they see a, oh god my head is hurting. Shit, this is why I took the amnestics. Gotta warn myself not to read the notes, where's my pen, oh it's on the table. Fuck fuck where are the amne… oh thank god…


Ugh, my head hurts. Wait, where am I?

I'm in front of a building, pretty typical store and apartment setup. I'm holding a clipboard, my notebook has some ripped out pages. todo

Why can't it just tell me what the damn anomaly is. Let's go see if somebody else knows. Oh my god that is a lot of blood. Is that a task force? Shit, it's a cognitohazard, isn't it?


Ugh, my head hurts. Wait, where am I?

I'm standing near a fallen folding fable, and we've almost contained the scip. Wait, how do I know that?

I'm also holding a note, my handwriting. And some blood.

I have no idea why, but I have a good feeling about this. We got D-57702, we gave him those new Class-I amnestics, mittens, and fucking stilt shoes for good measure. You want incompetent? I'll give you incompetent. Fuck this shit, I'm freezing.

Wait, that's it? They contained it? No way, they spent forever just measuring it out. God damn that note knew what it was doing.

Hmm, the security officer is telling us to take amnestics before leaving. Fine, I don't want to remember any of this shit anyways.