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Easy

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

Challenging

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

She hates you. She thinks you're a stupid cunt.

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.

Medium

Who are you to say, either?

Medium

You could prolong the stillness... forever.

Medium

Like trying to meditate -- the harder you try to grasp it, the more elusive it becomes.

Easy

It's catching. And you're halfway there.

Trivial

She's like a bottomless well. Shake her and more will come out.

Medium

Your skepticism runs dry in the face of a real trepidation.

Trivial

You feel nothing. If you expected a surge of energy, a rush, that is not where this was going. And yet...

Medium

You've waded into a trap. You don't know how or what kind, but nobody gives away cash like this for nothing.

Medium

The mention of La Luz never fails to make your hairs stand attentive.

Easy

You've hit your limit when it comes to encounters with the human condition.

Formidable

You said yourself these plushies are sinister... what shape has breached containment?

Formidable

What shape has breached containment?

Easy

Plastic eyes teeming in the dark.

Medium

She thinks she's won this conversation, and there is nothing you could say to her that would convince her otherwise.

Challenging

Keep clear of the nails! One swipe and she could open your jugular.

Challenging

Keep clear of the nails! One swipe and she could open your jugular.

Easy

Tyrant Wolf. This paled woman will offer little resistance -- you could rip it out of her hands this moment.

Medium

Easy

It's a flesh wound. But still, ow!

Easy

That was not a rhetorical question and she's ready to be very angry at the wrong answer.

Heroic

First assignment off the shelf and you're being stalked by a suspected operant killer. Kill yourself to get it over with.

Easy

The man in Foto 24. Were the Weeping Eye that close to you already?

Medium

Medium

Sounds more like she notices, but does not care.

Medium

Survives them, too.

Medium

A cold swell smashes into your ribcage.

Easy

Good chance to ask her some questions about your former double... and his discontents.

Challenging

He's not choking, but something similar to it. Something that has lowered his lung capacity to half.

Trivial

Target acquired. Ramses' ears perk to attention by your side.