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One patch of ground, as many attempts as you need. Gravity pulls, the engine pushes, the fuel is all you get. Land slow, level and upright on the pad.

One ball, one paddle and a wall of bricks that is the same for everyone. The clock is the score, concrete never falls, and one brick a day is live.

A strip of coast, ships on the water and guns on the land. A bomb keeps your speed as it falls, so lead it. Every bomb, rocket and pass is a cost.

A barn of shelves and ladders. Gather every egg and get out, past hens that keep to their shelf and one brown one that does not.

An 8×8 field with ten mines. Numbers count what they touch, no board ever needs a guess, and one mine ends the field.

A helicopter, a line of buildings, and people waving to be lifted out. Three at a time, and everything on the ground is trying to stop you.

A tomb of thirty chambers. Four of the village came back as stone, and the phials that undo it are sealed in with the things that did it.

A walled field and an enemy engine. Turn, drive, then fire a rocket that comes off the walls. Three rockets, and a par to match.

A quarter of a Roman city. Struck houses, spared houses, blocks of stone, and a record nobody kept properly. Name the house it began in.

Six colours, six columns, no repeats. Each row you submit tells you only how many are in the right place. Ten tries.

Thirteen trees, thirteen tents. One tent beside every tree, no two tents touching, and the edge numbers to guide you.