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Checks

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Easy

Believe the hype.

Formidable

Dositeo Fernandez... nevermind.

Challenging

Millions-billions dead. And more.

Medium

They haven't written a word.

Formidable

Closing the neat nutritional loop as the culture digests itself.

Challenging

Squinting, you overlay the image of the phantom you saw at the Palace of Culture on top of this lanky young fuck.

Challenging

Squinting, you overlay the image of Nestor from his t-shirt on top of this lanky young fuck.

Challenging

Squinting, you overlay the image of Nestor you've seen in a hundred faded murals on top of this lanky young fuck.

Medium

Blatantly incorrect. Evidence of a malformed creative spirit.

Trivial

He does not elaborate.

Challenging

Bad is good, good is bad, and everything is shit. Got it.

Medium

The sort of people making heavy 9-minute epics with a target audience of mind-altered twenty-somethings.

Formidable

That's inspiration, baby.

Medium

Lights come up. Enter stage left: the attention-starved knave, mugging for any audience.

Trivial

Ignore the jealous teen. This collab is already in the works.

Challenging

'Did it mean nothing?'

Medium

A few thoughts scatter, like loose paper on an empty train platform.

Formidable

Above, a bottomless well, depths aglow with pale fires reaching out.

Challenging

You see it: the bullet's perfect trajectory, and blood arcing in sunlight. One shot rippling across time. History wobbles like a drunk on a quay.

Medium

Every vowel turned into a dipthong -- umistakeable Azzurri accent.

Easy

On the ground, a pool of golden tears.

Medium

The spirit of Wang reaches out to you through the pages of the book. It doesn't just want the gun to be built, but to be used. On somebody.

Easy

His tiny mind is blown.

Medium

A song of impending decomposition.

Medium

The thankless gatekeeper.

Medium

It has become so closely associated with 'cool' that desert motifs have become popular even in the Superbloc.

Medium

The hard working father and the wasteful son. Only a member of royalty is missing.

Easy

His tiny mind is blown.

Medium

Highly skilled hands have made this.

Medium

Vast, ever-expanding, a castle in the air ready to topple and dissolve.

Challenging

Uttered with great solemnity one instant then spat out like curses the next. They seemed to take on their own solidity, detached from any human situation.

Formidable

The coat was supposed to help.

Challenging

Great art deserves exhibiting.

Challenging

Lightning flash! Thunder! A crackle of electricity in the air.

Formidable

Easy

You've asked him to part with the feather from an angel's wing.

Medium

Speaking about her like a newly-adopted kitten.

Easy

Almost tripped by your own shadow.

Medium

One of Ultra Violeta's songs was titled 'Holding Hands with Strangers'.

Medium

Taken all the way to the edge, then dashed upon the rocks of oblivion.

Medium

'Radio Mutual Peace and Understanding' as it's colloquially known. Very ironically.

Medium

Medium

The soul of the state on the line.

Challenging

Valkyrie pop. Chants of war.

Medium

A glimpse. Then void. The stars above were unmoved. Many didn't exist in time to witness it. In the distance, pop music played.

Formidable

To follow him home.

Medium

There it is. The moon.

Challenging

It emanates the desperation of the battlefield, the ugly cunning of guerillas fabricating weapons of war from out of nothing but saliva and bolts.

Medium

Unmade back into synthetic polymer, the primordial soup from which a race of anti-lifeforms might emerge.

Medium

Another drop of phantom blood in the clear waters of your soul.