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Challenging

His silhouette flickers in the houseboat's dim lights. For a moment, all you see is a man untouched by the weight of your actions.

Easy

Six-hundred and fifty sol.

Easy

The sound immediately sickens you to your core.

Medium

Instruments do not sound like that. That was the scream of something alive.

Easy

You can see it properly now. Looks like a human skull frozen in mid-scream. Ritualistic symbols are inked all over.

Medium

Each flash reproduces the world in monochrome, and the body on the bed spasms in time.

Medium

From the floor, a noise -- low, almost human.

Easy

An audible crack in his spine as he arches backwards, crumpling.

Easy

Every signal hits you raw and simultaneous: reality blooms, light flashes, saliva strings.

Easy

Faded patterns. A great void of expression.

Easy

The sound reaches out to something in your heart, soothes it.

Easy

Bloody pawprints on the grass, none on its fur.

Easy

Gummy rubber tip gone brittle.

Medium

Sour-funky-staleness. A bit of lint from the bottom of the bag fuzzes against your tongue, but you taste none of the tell-tale earwax and aspartame flavor of ecstasy.

Easy

The smell that drifts from the soggy interior is an unpleasant mix of mildew and urine.

Easy

The smell that drifts from the soggy interior is an unpleasant mix of stale coffee and mildew.

Easy

The smell that drifts from the soggy interior is an unpleasant mix of sour alcohol and mildew.

Trivial

Glug glug glug. A sickly sugary odor rises from the bag as the sticky beige liquid puddles in the canvas bottom.

Trivial

Glug glug glug. A rich acidic odor rises from the bag as the tar-black liquid puddles in the canvas bottom.

Trivial

Glug glug glug. A strong, slightly chemical odor rises from the bag as the thin black liquid puddles in the canvas bottom.

Trivial

Glug glug glug. A sweet, malty odour rises from the bag as the dark liquid puddles in the canvas bottom.

Trivial

Glug glug glug. An astringent, sickly-sweet herbal odour rises from the bag as the purple liquid puddles in the canvas bottom.

Trivial

Glug glug glug. An astringent, sickly-sweet herbal odour rises from the bag as the purple liquid puddles in the canvas bottom.

Trivial

Glug glug glug. A smoky odour rises from the bag as the clear liquid puddles in the canvas bottom.

Trivial

Glug glug glug. A thin, hoppy odour rises from the bag as the yellow liquid puddles in the canvas bottom.

Medium

It's quiet. No activity behind the door. Once open, you should be in the clear.

Easy

Glossy metal finish, no hint of rust or weathering.

Trivial

Confetti floats from above, a rainbow of crepe paper falling around your head and shoulders.

Easy

You hear a splat, followed by a man's yell. A woman cheers, 'Ectoplasm!'

Easy

One props up a sign which says: 'INTERNATIONAL PARTY CONFERENCE PARTY 66'.

Trivial

For a split second, you're sure you can hear someone strumming a bass guitar.

Medium

You mark the features. The imperious nose. The fleshy cheeks.

Medium

Yellow tree. Yep, all leafed up.

Trivial

The muzzle twitches and flashes, but no sound reaches you for a whole second.

Formidable

You catch the scent of iron on the breeze.

Medium

Easy

Far left. A frame built for violence. Bulbous glistening skull shaved bare every morning.

Easy

Tk-tk-tk. The sound of a pen marking three boxes in short succession.

Medium

Increasing chance of precipitation as a front of high pressure moves across the Noscorrentes Sea. The temperature is 16 and falling.

Easy

Tk. The sound of a box being marked on a standard form.

Easy

Another tk. Another form.

Easy

Tk. The sound of a box being marked on a standard form.

Easy

Tk. The sound of a box being marked on a standard form.

Easy

Tk. The sound of a box being marked on a standard form.

Trivial

The crease of latex against plastic, amplified in your skull.

Trivial

Formidable

Also visible: A micro-compact auto pistol and a blister pack of statins.

Medium

... a whoosh of blood between your ears...

Medium

High-pitched, dissonant. A sound that compels you to stop it.

Medium

... wet, silent, like a fish behind glass...