Upbeats [Rhythm Heaven]

(Yeah, I know there are like -7 RH fans who use this site.) I just wanted to show you guys the first page of a broadly versed story about our favorite Mr. Game & Watch lookalike suffering in his own game. (I know it's in a different font and size; that's because I wrote this in google docs and don't have the energy or skill to change shit)

There you are. You entered the room. The room is very featureless; almost like it’s a whitish void. The cold emptiness has become a prominent feeling to you at this point. The only significant thing present in the vast room is the ever swinging metronome needle in the center of the floor. Right now, you have one job that you've kept bottled up inside the room:  hop over that needle.

 As you encounter the needle, it comes to a stop so your way could be less obstructed. You start to approach the needle and stand right in your position. You've always adored the ura of melodies and have dedicated your musical abilities to follow the upbeats. But at this moment, you already delegated this opportunity to practice your skills by hopping against the needle's downbeats.

At the same time, you dread the future agony from swollen soles, to the inevitable thwack of the needle on one of your ankles when you eventually mess up one of your steps. You would feel dejected if you don't contest your talents. Nevertheless, you arrived here to feel accomplished; to feel like you're improving in your abilities.

Oh! And how could you forget about the player? You wouldn't have made it here without them. You hope that they realize how stress and pain inducing these sessions are. You shouldn’t really expect them to think about anything, though. After all, to your knowledge, you’re the one who wanted to do this.

With enough time spent ruminating on what led you here, you begin the warm-up phase. The horizontal pendulum starts swinging to your direction. You swiftly dodge the oncoming needle, signifying the real beginning.