Rocrail 2025-09-18T15:24:37Z
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Rain lashed against the hospital window like gravel thrown by an angry child - perfect weather for watching miniature thunderstorms of steam and steel. Except my entire model empire sat dark in the basement while IV fluids dripped into my arm. That sterile smell of antiseptic mixed with longing for oil and ozone. My fingers actually twitched remembering the resistance of physical throttle controls. Then Mark, that glorious nerd, slid my phone across the bedside table with a wicked grin: "Try not