Ask for the shape of the challenge.

Barely a difficulty at all — the only obstacle is the calendar, which hands out content one real-world day at a time and cannot be argued with.

About as hard as deciding to take the long way round — the summit is never in doubt, only when you get there.

There is nothing here to fail. It is in the catalogue because the bottom of the scale has to mean something for the top of it to.

A management game with no failure state. What it asks for is patience and a ferry schedule, not skill.

Map and compass navigation with no waypoint marker is the only thing in it that asks anything of you at all.

There is no fail state, only the quiet friction of guessing where somebody else would keep their mugs.

Effectively unloseable, and built that way on purpose — the only thing you can fail to do is look up.

Needs decay on a timer and nothing else really threatens you. The depth is in what the systems let you build rather than in anything they demand.

The only real pressure is the clock: every day you spend without a plan is a day the season quietly takes back.

Largos and tarrs will wreck a careless corral overnight, which is as close as this gets to a fail state.