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Challenging

A suburb of Almina al-Azraq. Green bushes, knee-high, stretch across a plateau. Boys with skirts woven into nets pluck small white flowers from between the leaves, pinching just beneath each bud.

Medium

The smell is ecstatic, overwhelming.

Challenging

As much as 75% of the world's commercial jasmine is produced in this vast field. Children as young as five work alongside their parents, wiping pollen and pesticides from their cheeks.

Medium

Advanced dog technique.

Medium

They'll bloom again tomorrow morning, so long as the sun is out.

Trivial

A hangover massages your skull. The sound of a blender makes your eyes itch.

Trivial

Voice was strong. Good. Ignore the twisting in your stomach.

Easy

Maybe you didn't want to see it.

Easy

If he did, he moved fast.

Trivial

Upside down, the planes of the bathroom wall and floor form alien geometries. It's hard at first to tell what exactly you're looking at.

Easy

Throttling it. As though it had betrayed him.

Medium

An abrupt loss in hand-eye coordination -- in Ramses, who had the hands of a surgeon.

Easy

The horror of bodily disobedience. The self turned other.

Trivial

Light flickers with the singsong iridescence of open flame. Candles.

Easy

The Party lives on.

Medium

Overhead, something stirs. It has been waiting.

Easy

THE PARTY LIVES ON.

Trivial

You'll need your flashlight to compensate for your pathetic fleshy corneas.

Trivial

That's way too fucking boring to remember! We've already forgotten it again.

Easy

She's made the exchange with your opposite number on your behalf.

Easy

You'd be trapped here.

Easy

The kind of gäng pile-on you don't come back from.

Trivial

Awful waste management. The ex-pilots did know what they were talking about.

Easy

The dark ones are galvanized steel. Threaded joints, auxiliary lines for overflow -- a major upgrade.

Medium

A Wachbann door. Double-skin boron-alloy, tungsten-carbide backing, sixty millimetre core. High-end prison-grade.

Trivial

Between that and the intercom, Hauzmann wasn't kidding about recent security upgrades.

Easy

A forking road, then. Above, you'd have to blend in. Below, you bask in the shadows, and hope trouble doesn't await beyond the door.

Easy

You still don't know what the building above contains. Maybe there's an easier way in.

Easy

You have so far gone unnoticed. You may spoil that by exploring other routes.

Trivial

Hauzmann mentioned recent security upgrades. That'd be one of them.

Trivial

Quite the investments in security, between that door and the intercom.

Trivial

Quite the investment in security.

Trivial

That, and the intercom. The heartless man in the bar wasn't kidding about security upgrades.

Trivial

The heartless man mentioned recent security upgrades. That'd be one of them.

Easy

Knows you're probably lying. Lets it slide, like always.

Easy

A lurch in your stomach at the sight of the drop.

Trivial

Your fingers itch for grip.

Easy

Wet cloth and iron dust. Foul. Chemical.

Trivial

A sneaky way in, far from prying eyes...

Trivial

Looking out over the canal, a thought surfaces: that of PSEUDOPOD's soiled, wet trousers.

Easy

It's not about the canal. It's what's built around it.

Trivial

We're sniffing around here for a reason, right?

Trivial

Like the one over there, to the east.

Trivial

And it seems the GM is no longer blocking the door...

Easy

There's a small room to the east. Might be worth a look.

Easy

In all likelihood, that's the door the GM is guarding.

Easy

Minor additions won't compromise the bag's usability. You may proceed.

Trivial

What about a cat? Cats roll deep. Lurking in dumpsters, owning streets and rooftops, ruining ecosystems.

Trivial

Recall the emblematic cigarette. Mystery, composure, lives lived on borrowed time -- an homage to your craft.

Trivial

You could just leave it as is. Restraint's also a choice.