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Rain lashed against the bus window as I glared at my fourth consecutive defeat screen in that mainstream RPG. My knuckles whitened around the phone - another hour wasted grinding for gear that forced me into cookie-cutter playstyles. The warrior build felt like wearing someone else's armor, chafing against my desire to combine aerial sweeps with ground-shockwaves. That's when the algorithm gods intervened, sliding Assistant X into my recommendations with promises of "unshackled combat creation." -
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