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Rain lashed against my apartment windows last Tuesday, trapping me inside with nothing but restless energy and a craving for catharsis. That's when I rediscovered that neon beast lurking in my phone's gaming folder. After a brutal work call left my nerves frayed, I needed something demanding enough to override the mental noise. Launching the rhythm jumper felt like plugging directly into a power grid – the opening synth blast vibrated through my cheap earbuds as my thumb hovered over the screen,

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