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Vector three squadrons onto radar plots. Your own fighters report a true position once per quarter of the clock.
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Vector three squadrons onto radar plots. Your own fighters report a true position once per quarter of the clock.

Dig zigzag saps to a star fort. A gun that can see straight down your trench rakes it end to end.

Command a battle from the hill. Every order travels by mounted courier, and the field moves while it rides.

Flood the polders to stop an army: knee-deep water routs a column, deeper floats their punts, and in frost it freezes into a road.

Stamp words into bell molds, raid your rival's, recast them bigger — nothing counts till you pour. Send a friend a code and out-found them.

Send a friend a code and trade them under. Sealed orders, open markets — and if you both dump the same cargo, the whole town crashes.

One window, two glaziers, two crossbow bolts each. Send a friend a code, draft the glass — and choose your quarrels wisely.

Two seal pods, one drowning rock, a tide you can both read. Send a friend a code and shove their seals into the sea — last pod dry wins.

One hart, two glens, and a friend with a code. Neither of you may touch the deer — fence it, bait it, and it walks home to the winner.

Orbital artillery up a vertical binary. The enemy world hangs overhead — slingshot around it, or watch your miss orbit home.

Build a bearing-only solution in the dark. Every knot you make is another chance they hear you.

Sticks and stones are no use here. An eight-letter word, though — that's artillery.

Anyone can knock a tower down. Dropping it between two untouched neighbors — that's the job. Set your delays and send the plunger.