The story of Rapta

[Rapta]

I played rhythm games for a long time. I played because I lived to improve myself. Improvement made me happy. I found FFR after about 5 years of playing Whirled Beat (a different rhythm game that isn't a thing anymore). I became the best Whirled Beat player a little after I found out about FFR. For a few years I played on FFR, improving on the daily (although it was little by little) Around this time I was probably low D5.

One day I decided I wanted to become one of the best, and devoted even more time and concentration to improving my FFR skills. Then I began improving very quickly (since I am pretty smart I knew what I needed to do to improve quickly), focusing on improving my stam and jacks, while everything else (like acc, speed) came naturally. Once I became mid D7, I realized, to improve any more, I would need to do something INCREDIBLY difficult.

I had to sever my bodily reactions from my brain.
In other words, I needed to be able to see the notes coming, and hit them, all without mentally understanding what I was doing. It was basically reacting without my brain verifying if the reaction was the thing I wanted to do. That was the final plateau I needed to overcome to enter ~High D7~.

One heck of a thing to have to pull off, huh? I ended up deciding that I couldn't achieve it, and that being around the time when I was dealing with strong depression, I ended up quitting rhythm gaming entirely.

One year later (now) I felt like putting that out there.

some people will be interested in reading this, some wont care, some might dislike me for making an entire thread just to talk about that, but whatever you think, please dont diss me,