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Easy

Like a guerilla fighter in the depths of this human jungle, you have gathered piece by piece the tools for your campaign.

Easy

The perfect place for your first attempt at improvised weapon manufacture.

Challenging

Suspended above, satellites blink slowly, as if on the edge of sleep.

Medium

Septimus presses it a lot.

Medium

Different to the rest of the screens, calmer yet with more potential.

Easy

He is seventeen years old. He is not with the medical board.

Medium

The city reconfigures itself around him, stranger and scarier than it was before.

Easy

The only reason the one on this tram is still functional is because it's the quietest route on the line.

Easy

He stays at the bar until they kick him out, and then wanders around town until they let him in again.

Medium

The vicinity displays a marked absence of 'new friends'.

Formidable

The contact between stone and open flesh was a transference, an attempt to gain something that she does not have.

Legendary

Portofiro as a warped mirror image -- re-annexed Luzian lands reflecting against this island's precarious independence.

Medium

Raised in a military boarding school while her family disappeared into camps marked on no map.

Challenging

Its smell is the same as all port cities -- damp concrete, diesel exhaust, drifting mats of golden-brown sargassum.

Challenging

What began at one shrine ends at another.

Easy

You went East -- he went South.

Heroic

Medium

Figure out how the pump system works.

Formidable

For a moment, you catch a glimpse of HOLOCENE's schematics, a machine of moving parts where the alteration of any single piece sends reverberations through the entire structure...

Trivial

It seems... largely fine...

Medium

A ghost in the system.

Easy

It's nighttime in Party Alley. The people are out, nothing can keep them away.

Easy

It's evening in Party Alley. The people are out, searching for comfort and pleasure.

Easy

It's morning in Party Alley. There's almost no one around.

Easy

It's midday in Party Alley. The people are going about their shopping.

Medium

A romantic image drawn from postcards issued by the Tourism Bureau.

Challenging

He's leaning against the wall for support, pressing his mouth to the receiver. He stirs the dark water with the tip of his foot.

Challenging

He's leaning against the wall for support, pressing his mouth to the receiver. He stirs the dark water with the tip of his foot.

Medium

Tactical misfire -- always leave yourself a clean exit.

Medium

You picture your interlocutor, ankle-deep in dirty water, less than a metre away. He's not used to standing this long. He rests his arm atop the intercom's cool metal.

Medium

The key that requires a key.

Easy

They were waiting for him, like they're waiting for you.

Medium

It's the damp. Your lungs have probably aged two years since stepping foot in this office.

Easy

Place it on the luggage rack on the lower floor. Point up. Cross fingers.

Easy

While the surface of this tunnel may crumble, its bones will hold for decades to come -- it is not going to crush you.

Easy

Cave-people didn't crawl into a dark hole and call it home. They constructed shelters in the mouths of caves -- where it's light.

Trivial

The tunnel is getting narrower.

Trivial

No reason to fiddle with it at this point.

Easy

Foot. The bed frame.

Trivial

Might be a good idea to put the flashlight in your hand before crawling head-first into the dark.

Medium

It's a shortcut. But whose?

Medium

Easy

Steam rises where your blood hits her -- she's red hot beneath the false flesh.

Trivial

The origami message told you to use the payphone on the western side of Party Alley -- not this one.

Easy

Wires travel from your ear to a million possibilities -- across Portofiro, further. A skein of electric devout in its connectivity.

Medium

A relay of chatter. Invisible poetry that travels above and between the walking heads of the city.

Medium

Below you, the social static of the bazaar, muffled by distance.

Medium

True. That money goes quite some way to systematically dividing the population, whether people like it or not.

Easy

Janitor? That's why she's the one who let you in -- she's in charge of the doors.

Medium

A high-pressure system hovers between the two women.