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Easy

His forehead glistens with sweat.

Medium

A clear night, the moon nearly full. Visibility unlimited. Temperature 11 degrees and steady.

Medium

Skies clear today. A light breeze reminds you that your body is a cage, but not an unpleasant one. Temperature 11 degrees and steady.

Medium

A clear night. The profusion of stars reminds you that humanity guides itself by the light of the past. Temperature 11 degrees and stable.

Medium

Winds from the south make it hard to be present in the moment. Expect gusts up to 24 kph, becoming calm by evening.

Medium

Bands of light rain continue to move slowly north and east across the region. Walks home expected to be unseasonably melancholic. North wind 5-8 kph, becoming calm after midnight.

Challenging

His right hand forms a fist.

Medium

White and silver entwined... softness that should be light, but if you plunged your fingers into her fur, you'd find it thick and deep.

Easy

His eyes well up as he turns his back to you, gently cuddling the model train. His shoulders rise and fall as he sighs.

Challenging

The corners of his glasses fog up.

Easy

Old clothes, soft on your hands from repeated washings and cheap detergents. Plastic toys, delight outgrown.

Easy

You can feel the value in their heft. It's a tribute to his pomade that there isn't a permanent dent in his hair from wearing these things.

Trivial

The clatter and hum of the bar around you deadens to nothing. Then he presses 'PLAY'.

Trivial

Once more into auditory oblivion. Nice.

Easy

The world mutes utterly. It's like being smothered by the future.

Trivial

There was a third presence in that safehouse, on the fringes. Back to the teen.

Medium

Not a strand moved. That is one solid-gelled mane.

Easy

There is a little vacuum of gun-shaped space beneath your coat.

Medium

The key appears to lie within the mangled plastic of the fracture-point. You'll need to prune a few millimetres before what's left can fit together.

Formidable

No suture-line. No scar. Only two little droplets of liquid solidifying as one.

Medium

Covered in white, gooey spiderwebs of glue.

Medium

It cools in real time, re-solidifying before your eyes.

Easy

The tape on the grip is slick and uneven in your hands, the barrel heavy.

Medium

The mould that emerges looks... less than impermeable.

Medium

A clotted, sickly rainbow sludge, haunted by the tenuous remains of discernible shapes.

Easy

Bubble of molten gun pop out between the corners in the plywood.

Easy

Poppers. Squirming motes in the visual field. Idiocy and pleasure.

Trivial

Nestled among the camera gear, a black cardboard box with a red band immediately catches your eye: SIDEWINDER 9mm.

Medium

Around you, night drags the day out of sight.

Challenging

A criminal thrill down the upper inside of your thigh.

Easy

The world slows for a fraction of a moment, before jolting back into real time.

Easy

A thin film of tears forms across her eyes.

Challenging

Sound only -- bold move. Potentially hotter than visuals, if done right...

Medium

Challenging

You spot one legible button right in the centre of the console. It says 'INTERFACE'.

Medium

Medium

The equipment makes a high whining noise as thousands of little particles infiltrate its tender insides.

Medium

His voice lowers an octave.

Medium

He widens his stance, stretching his layers taut like a molting beetle.

Medium

His voice breaks as he speaks.

Easy

He shrinks, as if someone let the air out of his jacket.

Easy

He twitches sheepishly in his armour of puffy fabric.

Easy

Odds of him being asset SCARF: 95%. Confirmation encouraged.

Trivial

Moonlight shimmers across a holographic patch on his sleeve. The patch reads: 'MARCO'.

Easy

On his sleeve, a holographic foil patch reads 'MARCO'.

Challenging

... Except for a lingering aftertaste of fucked-ness. You can't quite place it, but this callomanic is definitely FKD.

Medium

As he removes his hand, a single sliver of sweat runs down the outside of the glass.

Medium

Her hand is cold, but the movement feels tender.

Legendary

A slight flush to her cheeks -- she really did like that you offered.

Easy

The buttons go down with a satisfying thunk thunk thunk.