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I can imagine Name laying on her bed at home on a day-off from work, not moving an inch with her phone plugged into her charger, and immediately going on a 12-hour long gacha grind the moment she wakes up. She's too angry and focused to notice the time pass, or even the phone burning the skin off her hand. Her eyes are unblinking and bloodshot; at this point the screen almost sears a pattern onto her cornea. She probably took off a good year off her eye's health from this grind alone. Finally, she reaches her breaking point, almost throwing her phone in rage before taking a deep breath and allowing her now sore, weakened eyes to rest. She looks around her bedroom and peers outside the window. It's dark. What the hell? What time is it? Picking up her phone again, she stares at the clock: 12AM??? Fuck! She had so much planned today too! She feels the intense heat radiating off of her device, quickly tossing it aside like a live grenade. Oh man, she thinks to herself, what have I gotten myself into? Finally leaving her bed, she goes into the bathroom and just stares at herself. Her eyes were redder than her oshi's hair. She looked like some cracked out stoner, only no amount of weed she smoked had ever given her such a vibrant, bloody hue. Defeated, the girl returns to her bed, opening the laptop on her nightstand, and opens the thread...
