The Keres Love Torture. The Keres Love Pain. I Love Kicking Their Teeth In. The Goddess of Violent Death has shown up to the party, and she's doing what she does best: destroying shit. My team of grave diggers are having to run buckshot in an effort to rein her in. That's a tall order, especially when the Keres have the backing of the other lesser gods. Her boss, Perses, is doing whatever he can to get me to fight—specifically me—but I have no idea why. Someone's taking notes, though. Whatever. We either stop her or we watch the fabric of reality shred. That's the gig I was created for, and I'm damn good at it. If it were only me dealing with it, I'd be loving life, but now that I have a team to worry about, things are more confused. To be fair, if I didn't have a team, I'd lose this war so fast that the council gods would have to step in. Not even Perses wants that. At least not yet...

The God Of Nightmares Is Weaving Dreams. My Team Is Reliving Their Personal Hells. I'm Ready To Rip Out Throats. When Perses brings on Epiales to start twisting the minds of my team, I end up having to face the tortures of REM. Not the band. I'm talking about sleep. I wasn't built for sleep. Worse, the God of Nightmares is systematically twisting my abilities in his dreamworld, forcing me to fight in different ways so he can feed the information back to Perses. I still don't know why, exactly. But I'm getting something out of this experience I'd never expected. I'm learning about the pasts of each team member. That's good and bad. It's good because it's helping me understand how they tick and why they are who they've become. It's bad because I'm discovering just how screwed up each of them truly is! At this point I'm not sure if I despise Epiales or if I owe him my thanks. Probably both. Regardless, I must take him down and free my team from their dreams before he strips away every last remnant of who they are.

Philotes Is Having An Identity Crisis. Moros Is Playing Dungeon Master. I'm Learning What It Means To Be A Pirate. It was probably the wrong decision to go and see Philotes, but I couldn't help myself. Too bad it resulted in precisely what Athena had warned me would happen. Namely, it brought Nyx, Erebus, and a number of Philotes' brothers and sisters over to say, "Hi!"...and not in a good way. To make things even more interesting, my crew and I got snagged by Moros, and we are being forced to act in his movie. We're playing the role of pirates because why wouldn't we? The best part (and, yes, I'm laying the sarcasm on quite thick here) is that it's one of those "Save the Princess" quests we've been forced to endure. Who is playing the role of the princess, you ask? Philotes. Who else? Gah! Regardless, we have to do our damndest to be convincing in our collective acting debut or Moros will string everything out. With Philotes being tortured (did I leave out that bit?), we don't have the luxury of screwing up...more than usual, at least. The longer we take to finish our storyline, satisfying Moros' need to see his story played out as perfectly as possible, and granting Perses yet even more information about the grave digger squad's abilities, the longer Philotes suffers. And they ask me why I drink.