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Challenging

She won't. You can feel it, her knowledge of the doohickey. It weighs more than usual.

Medium

She's savouring it.

Medium

Transparent liquid, normal glass, ice cubes and crushed leaves. Appears to be something-tonic.

Easy

Like a well-scrubbed bathroom tile.

Trivial

Still no pants on him, though.

Easy

Like a well-scrubbed bathroom tile.

Easy

Like a well-scrubbed bathroom tile.

Trivial

And still no pants on him.

Easy

Like a well-scrubbed bathroom tile.

Trivial

Still no pants, though.

Trivial

And still, no pants.

Legendary

Her gaze performs a quick triangulation -- blood smear, cut palm, you.

Legendary

Her blood a black streak on the stone, already starting to dry.

Medium

Up here you smell only pine needles, ozone.

Trivial

On the statue, a smear of fresh blood from her hand. Open cut on dirty stone.

Easy

Bar a slight dip in air pressure.

Easy

There's something in her hand.

Challenging

The air charges as he recites each name.

Medium

You can almost hear the warm hum of his brain as it processes and cools itself.

Medium

The bump of his pupils moves rapidly under the convex domes of his eyelids, as though he were dreaming.

Easy

It's not even that messy!

Easy

Something's off -- soundtrack not quite syncing with picture.

Easy

His skin has the colour and consistency of chalk.

Challenging

You sense the weight of the structure above you, the inverted tower hanging over your head.

Medium

For a long moment he looks switched on without the sound.

Medium

Odd cadence. He hasn't said that name in a long time.

Medium

Within the darkened mass you think you see a slither of movement.

Medium

The air in the room thickens like an aggressive tumour.

Medium

He pushed his finger down so hard it's left a red imprint in his skin. A target marker.

Easy

A brief grin irradiates his pale face.

Easy

Someone has scratched 'SONIDO Y LUZ' into the pale pink plastic.

Medium

Bands of 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.

Medium

Overcast skies incoming, bringing light rain and a strong tendency to see oneself reflected in the environment. Expect gusts up to 20kph.

Medium

Patchy fog in the morning expected to burn off yesterday's illusions. Increasing clouds, low near 9 degrees.

Easy

Silence pops and hisses on the other end of the line.

Formidable

So bitter you can taste it on your own tongue.

Medium

You can nearly make out the sound of sloshing water without the irony to muffle it.

Medium

Syllables -- mangled. Something in his mouth?

Medium

Suddenly, so quiet that it's almost imaginary, a muffled pounding answers from the other side.

Easy

No sound of movement above, just drops dripping.

Medium

You can practically hear the fetid water sloshing about his feet.

Easy

The edges of your eyes begin to burn. Pooling at the back of your mouth, an unpleasant taste... petroleum?

Medium

Speakers spaced out, the reverberant pop, pop, pop of the ball's ricochet echoes off the bar's high ceiling.

Medium

The television may be dusty and broken, but it is not yet its time to go to the scrap heap. Salvation is possible.

Easy

A discoloured bloom of interference mars the corner of the screen, tinting the dancing mascot on the sidelines purple.

Easy

The license is real -- but it's out of date. There's a faded stamp, half-hidden behind the frame. The renewal date reads OKTOS 91.

Challenging

That's not true. There's one.

Medium

Beside you, a gradual upshift in HOLOCENE's energy.

Medium

His voice a ten tonne weight.

Challenging

'Two fucking guns, is she serious?'