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"Okay," I muttered, moving the cursor to the level editor. "Now let’s see if I can make it actually hard."

The arena was silent, save for the rhythmic clack-clack-clack of a mechanical keyboard. On the screen, Paul—a digital athlete with suspiciously flexible hamstrings—hung from a single high bar. File: Pro.Gymnast.v1.0.7.zip ...

I leaned back, my hands shaking. I looked at the clock—it was 3 AM. "Okay," I muttered, moving the cursor to the level editor

I flicked the thumbstick. Paul swung his legs with the grace of a gazelle, then tucked into a triple-backflip. For a moment, he was poetry in motion, a master of lifelike physics. Then, my finger slipped. I leaned back, my hands shaking

I didn't blink. I couldn't. I had been at this for three hours, and the "one more try" feeling was a physical ache in my chest. I hit restart.