I pootled over 45,000 last night. Almost there! 

So far, very few people have died in this story - at least, directly. The main character does have a comment about how the deaths she's responsible for are "more than I wanted; fewer than I could." I don't know if I'll keep that, but.

There is also the deliberate-on-my-part ambiguity of what exactly [i]happens[/i] to Bad Guys once the nominal heroes have dealt with them. There isn't an Arkham Asylum in this story, and the Heroic Stronghold is devoid of a cell block or a series of well-hidden oubliettes. 

That could go some dark places, but while this story is fundamentally a tragedy, I want it to be a different kind of tragedy than "oh, well, it turns out everyone's a piece of shit." I don't like [i]reading[/i] those stories, let alone writing them. Maybe we'll find out in the sequel.

Speaking of going some dark places, I'm reading a fun superhero romp right now called [i]All Those Explosions Were Someone Else's Fault[/i], which is absolutely my 2017 Novel Title Of The Year and, so far, a pretty good time. The followup novel, which is coming out in a year, will apparently be called [i]They Promised Me the Gun Wasn't Loaded.[/i]