Getting over it

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Getting over it "f**k YOU AND YOUR stupid hammer and your useless black cauldron. Who the hell thought someone with their lower body stuck in that ugly thing, naked and carrying a hammer could climb up a mountain of junk?" I stood and paced the room, a long stream of swearing hitting the game - Getting Over It with Bennett Foddy. Not that it cared. "I am never playing this stupid game again!" I marched into the kitchen and shoved a frozen pizza into the oven. I paced and drained an energy drink while it cooked. When the energy drink was gone, I thought I'd better switch to water. All that caffeine was bound to turn me into a jittery mess. And how would I be able to make precision moves with my mouse if that happened? I threw myself into a chair. "I'm sorry hon. You'll have to find a w

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