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Challenging

That, you know to be true.

Easy

Now. Stop circling each other. Commit.

Easy

End of the line. The PSEUDOPOD terminus. He bounced off this man and landed somewhere in oblivion.

Medium

A familiar silhouette peels itself from the dark.

Easy

He's going to make you say it out loud.

Easy

And from the other side, only silence.

Formidable

Medium

A jolt of fear snaps through you, but you kick it down.

Easy

It won't always be like this. Eventually, you'll learn to dissociate better.

Medium

A tiger punch upon the elbow nerve of life.

Formidable

Your pineal gland. Telling you to wake up.

Medium

Her voice sounds like she's clenching her jaw -- an internal battle won at the cost of enamel.

Formidable

As long as you can hack standing permanently in the shadow of one of your old friends.

Medium

Like an actor asking the director: 'Are we rolling?'

Easy

No need to be childish.

Medium

This is an old man, coping with existence by clinging on to a nonsense routine. Let it be.

Medium

Careful, you need a working camera for Ignatz's gig. No batteries, no gig.

Challenging

Nothing in her eyes.

Easy

She's trying to seem detached, but she's clearly disturbed.

Medium

She means it. She's with you, no matter what.

Medium

A slow, cold needle to your soul.

Medium

The enemy's knife turned against its own throat.

Medium

'Human capital' -- the euphemism makes your stomach turn on itself.

Medium

Ghosts descend from the rafters of the city.

Medium

The girl, Yana.

Medium

A reason to live.

Formidable

Lesser people than you would feel embarrassed for being caught in such an act. Fortunately, you have the indifference of a low-class pervert.

Challenging

Anxious disposition. Cold sweat. Likely stomach problems. It's all there...

Medium

A feeling like an ice-dagger pierces your gut.

Easy

It takes all his strength to negate what the model train is doing to him, but it has already had its effect. Pliancy increased tenfold.

Medium

Can't even convince himself with the insults jittering out of his brain.

Easy

He practically clings to it, like a shipwreck-survivor holding onto a piece of driftwood.

Medium

Acid contempt. It melts right through your defences.

Trivial

The excitement, the anticipation, it's all got you feeling a little on edge.

Challenging

What's the problem, can't take a little 'bad death'? Look inside.

Medium

Sensation drains from you, replaced by an aching lightness. Like the moment before a drop.

Medium

You knew he was coming here. Could've had that one last drink.

Medium

Might've been reasonable to have that drink to the craft.

Medium

Should've had that drink to the cat.

Medium

Could've had that drink with him...

Medium

You're making her uncomfortable.

Challenging

Smiling, but her voice is hard.

Formidable

A wave of despair. The friends you abandoned, the promise of camaraderie you made a lie of.

Challenging

He's perfectly aware you're not from around here, much less a cop.

Easy

Unshakeable. He will never budge on this.

Medium

Holed up for days on end, frying your circadian rhythm for The Work. A mangled part of you craves it, always.

Medium

Steel. Superior feedback -- every bullet shuddering, while you remain still.

Medium

Something to keep your arm steady when it gets heated. Ultimate stability.

Medium

He's tired. The kind of tired that comes from getting through the wrong version of the night.

Medium

Pointless to wonder. Best to steel yourself and carry on regardless.