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Easy

You shook him up. He needs a little time to recover. Try again later.

Challenging

He'd be eyeing the top shelf liquor, daring it to try.

Challenging

You first among their number, for reasons you could never quite put your finger on.

Challenging

You didn't hear the word 'no' in there.

Challenging

Summits of derision, mesas of lust, valleys of tedium and miscommunication, ever-enchanted with an opaque mist of technicolour neurochemicals.

Medium

She meant it lightly, yet still -- a papercut across your heart's epicardium.

Medium

You need to get to the bottom of this 'bootlegging device'. Press her.

Challenging

Staring you down. Hasn't blinked in some time.

Easy

Just what on earth has Tempo encircled you in here?

Easy

There's that 'They' again... The oft-invoked nemesis of 'You'.

Medium

A pair of cold, tiny hands play a minuet up your spine.

Medium

Door liable to get kicked in any minute.

Easy

Uh oh. Tempo didn't know they shelved you after 91. He thought you were still... respected. Revered even.

Trivial

The exit papers you discovered at the shrine grow a little heavier in your pocket.

Easy

A scab she's already been picking at, destined to scar.

Medium

A flash of your abandoned double, alone in a lonely room.

Trivial

Medium

Go on. Tell her about the Thing on the Roof. Give her something to remember him by.

Medium

Another name added to the ever-expanding list of Those You've Consummately Fucked Over.

Formidable

Legendary

Medium

How do you know you aren't him right now?

Formidable

Shit, he's remembered.

Medium

His words make you nauseous for some reason.

Easy

Say nothing and she will know nothing.

Medium

A depth charge at five fathoms, but your surface remains glass smooth.

Trivial

A memento from the protests in 81. The bullet by your heart, the one that could move an inch and kill you.

Medium

Last chance to brace yourself.

Medium

Each one sends a pang of fear through your mind, too similar to the sound of the pen.

Easy

Hold the line. She gets nothing.

Easy

There goes that approach.

Medium

There's someone in there. A potential you for you to awaken.

Easy

A firm slap might be the last thing he needs to come back.

Trivial

Medium

The lid will never come off again.

Medium

At your back, the howl of the ventilation shaft. If you wanted, you could... just...

Medium

The world shrinks.

Medium

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

Formidable

Hold firm. It's just stray air escaping his body.

Easy

All posts deserted.

Easy

A shiver flutters through you like a stray bat.

Medium

The first casualty of an undeclared war.

Challenging

The past descends with talons.

Medium

A tremendous feat of endurance.

Medium

He cannot quite meet your eye.

Easy

This from Hershel Wilk, her of six abandoned direct reports.

Formidable

The part of him that cares has been forcibly drowned in ethanol.

Medium

He barely heard what you offered -- just hooked it straight to the vein.

Medium

'Human Capital'. The words frost your heart over.

Easy

And always in town.