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Easy

A shrine to possibility -- a shrine, perhaps, to right now.

Trivial

You can see her eyes reflected in the glass.

Medium

ALLOW IT TO CROUCH IN THERE AND HOLD ITS GROUND -- A TINY OUTPOST OF REVOLUTION IN THE MIDST OF THE ENEMY'S STRONGHOLD.

Trivial

Her nails scratch against your knuckles.

Easy

THE PATHOLOGICAL NOSTALGIA OF FASCISM: A CONTRADICTION SO GREAT THAT IT DRIVES THEM TO CRAVE A PAST THAT IS NOT ONE.

Medium

THE REVOLUTIONARY SPIRIT, A FOREVER SPHERE.

Easy

The Raposeira -- Iron War Queen of the Luzian naval fleet.

Formidable

Powered by two A4W nuclear reactors and four great steam turbines, this Lanza-class behemoth carried out the bombardment of the Western Provinces in 82.

Challenging

In the smouldering wreckage of a schoolhouse, a screaming child writhes under the limp, heavy body of his teacher as their world burns around them.

Easy

They are all complicit -- from the most insignificant enlisted sailor to the top admirals.

Medium

Thousands of tons of steel, hundreds of sailors inside, guns and missiles and torpedoes, and yet somehow still buoyant. A miracle, a marvel.

Formidable

AH-HA! SO SHE ADMITS THERE IS SOMETHING TO THE WHISPERS.

Challenging

The dead and the discarded.

Challenging

Wait until you get your hands on Bitter Wolf... she has a special straw... oh, and Radiant Wolf, he glows in the dark...

Formidable

THIS PERVERSE COLLECTING MANIA CAN ONLY BE OVERCOME WITH AN IDEOLOGICAL STRUGGLE SESSION. RECOMMENDED DURATION: ONE HOUR PER WOLF.

Trivial

Oh, god, it'll be all sticky.

Challenging

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

Easy

Red... black... terror... she sips upon her majesty, TYRANT WOLF.

Easy

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

Easy

Your hackles rise. She sips on Tyrant Wolf.

Formidable

Veiled insinuation? Has he made you?

Medium

THIS TINY SHINY MAN POSSESSES THE COUNTENANCE OF A TRUE PEOPLE'S HERO.

Formidable

To the death, now. No quarter.

Legendary

You hear their chitinous antlers crashing together like tiny little falchions.

Legendary

Like a sad, dry snowball.

Legendary

The beast seeks to know his audience of giants.

Legendary

He doesn't care about the money. The competition was all.

Legendary

'See you again'?

Medium

You spot a shoulder strap around his left arm as he pushes back his coat. He's armed. This is one of the Lich's men.

Challenging

RALLY YOUR TROOP, HE NEEDS HIS SONG!

Legendary

GLORY TO THE PEOPLE!

Challenging

His courage wavers, ignite him with the flame of his song!

Challenging

Legendary

Could be reverse psychology...

Easy

Well-built, Luzian accent. Strategically positioned near the phone. He's one of the Lich's guards.

Legendary

The sing-song boredom of a child repeating a civics lesson.

Challenging

Fast. Strong. Good to know.

Challenging

The beetle continues, seemingly unaware of either peril or protector.

Medium

Fast, strong -- and the movement revealed a strap under his right arm. This is one of the Lich's guards.

Medium

Sacrophobe coat -- the out of towner Kurt told you about.

Medium

Her voice closer to the door. Cheek pressed against wood as she peers through the peep hole.

Easy

A dramatic change in her voice. It seems the two of you may share an interest.

Easy

Listen to her -- dripping. You do have it!

Medium

Easy

Fucking sneak attack!! Deception and wiles!!

Medium

Kitchen knife, the closest potential weapon to hand. This doesn't happen often, but it's not the first time, either.

Easy

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

Easy

Fuck yes. Fuck yes!

Easy

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

Easy

Ooh -- that's sarcasm. You can tell by the longitudinal waves.