SummitBadeline_DashlessJumpful= Dashless Jump
SummitBadeline_DashlessJumpful_DJ= Dashless Jump
maddiehelpinghand_chapternumber_SummitBadeline_DashlessJumpful_DJ= by SummitBadeline
SummitBadeline_DashlessJumpful_DJ_postcard= A gleaming crystal heart sits waiting in the pall.{n}And many heed the silent call, to chase the promise of its glow.{n}But the cobwob takes payment for the slightest flaw.{n}And none return to speak of beauty that they saw.
poem_SummitBadeline_DashlessJumpful_DJ_A= Cobwob

SummitBadeline_DashlessJump_poem_sisyphus=
Fifty-one hours in a godforsaken hardlist.
Dying on corner jumps wasn't scary, I came to terms with that quickly.
But when I died on cobwob for the hundredth time, watching the ever-growing death and hour counters...
I see it every day. And it's not about PTSD, it's about the map.
Only a month has passed, but it feels like a year. Every hour spent playing dashless lasts longer and longer, and the moves only become more obnoxious.
When the desire to play hardlists fades away, time will stop, and I will remain in oblivion forever.
As if... my hours in Celeste are falling grain by grain.
I know what's coming. And I don't need your help.

SummitBadeline_DashlessJump_poem_ending=
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