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Easy

The Grand Lich of Techno-Fascism. Your target.

Easy

This girl is an antenna. A lightning rod.

Challenging

A communal painting on the courtyard wall of a lunatic asylum.

Heroic

Better that they don't know you exist at all.

Challenging

Life is sad. That's the reason. Starts sad, gets sadder.

Medium

True dark. No light in the night sky but the dead stars.

Medium

You're speaking with its champion soldier. Its glass cannon.

Medium

The photograph is hard to look at, but easy to touch. When your fingers find its edges, a kind of strength charges through them.

Challenging

Long-submerged dreams of popstardom float to the surface of your consciousness like drowned corpses.

Medium

A melancholic sledgehammer. The musical world would find itself ill-prepared.

Medium

Here we go. The spontaneous audition that launched a thousand collabs.

Medium

Because you fear it carries a curse. CASCADE, emissary of failure, death and the plague of human disunion.

Medium

Her gaze has both hold and fight. It takes effort to meet it evenly.

Medium

The passage engraved 'MID-THIRTIES' is soon to seal itself behind you, magic mountain cave-style.

Challenging

He's made up his mind.

Formidable

A high dose of adrenaline from such a small source. You were like that before the world got to you.

Easy

Impressive. No way this kid's a board inspector; whoever sent him on this 'mission' is way scarier than any pencil pusher.

Medium

He keeps glancing left to right -- nervous, cagey. But he seemed to add that last bit out of a sense of moral duty.

Medium

That did not look cool at all.

Easy

Existential dread is a foreign concept to her. Must be nice.

Medium

You imagine her drooling, twitching, brain a fine gruel.

Medium

You imagine her screaming soundlessly, both legs blown off and hanging by shredded flesh somewhere above her.

Medium

You imagine her crumpled and dead from a stray bullet, blood running down the front of her mirrored sunglasses.

Easy

Hopefully a nicotine-addled teenager with expensive taste is what the Lich saw, too.

Easy

Gut churn vertigo.

Easy

If she survives, she will be the first to be interrogated. They will make an example of her.

Medium

The vacant smile hits you like a bag of bricks.

Easy

An obnoxious little mirror, well-worth the seven years of bad luck incurred by breaking him.

Medium

He's like a laboratory where you can see what you actually think, stripped of all niceties.

Medium

He's like a laboratory where you can see what you actually think, stripped of all niceties.

Easy

Hope. The possibility of death in hostile rather than friendly hands is presently a comfort.

Medium

Seems like a natural for violence.

Legendary

She is either well rehearsed or uncaring.

Legendary

Out-stared. A small tactical victory.

Medium

Not all can bear the approach.

Medium

Afraid to carry any more of your words upon itself.

Medium

This is not a short term solution...

Medium

You'd say 'eerie'. An eerie moment.

Formidable

He can't face them again. A part of him still believes he let them down.

Challenging

Formidable

Maybe breathing is slow-acting poison that takes eight decades to kill. Death's contingency when he can't get a clean shot at you.

Easy

You've done it before. You could do it again. Couldn't you?

Challenging

The toys always seem to die horribly.

Easy

A shocking demotion. Rung number one on the ladder of being.

Easy

What does midnight alone feel like down here?

Challenging

You'd take a week of the Weeping Eye fiddling with you over five years down here.

Challenging

After a certain point the logic of betrayal becomes its own motive.

Medium

The size of a small cat's coffin.

Easy

He keeps mentioning this 'M.I.H.O.' thing... ominous.

Easy

He keeps mentioning this 'M.I.H.O.' thing... ominous.