idle combat therapy 2025-09-15T21:00:44Z

Rain lashed against the hospital windows like thrown gravel as I gripped my phone in the third-floor waiting room. My father's surgery had stretched into its seventh hour - each tick of the clock echoed by the arrhythmic beep of monitors down the hall. That's when my thumb found Soul Weapon Idle's icon by desperate accident, seeking distraction from imagined worst-case scenarios bleeding into reality. Within minutes, the sterile smell of antiseptic faded beneath the chime of pixelated anvils, my