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Sudoku players.
We're a group of people who will sit for hours, days, even weeks on end performing some of the hardest, most mentally demanding tasks. Over, and over, and over all for nothing more than a little filled in number grid saying we did.
We'll punish our selfs doing things others would consider torture, because we think it's fun.
We'll spend most if not all of our free time slicing and slotting the squares of a small grid all to minimise our solve times by a second.
Many of us have made careers out of doing just these things: slogging through the grind, all day, the same grids over and over, hundreds of times to the point where we know evety little number combination such that some have attained such sudoku nirvana that they can literally solve these grids blindfolded.
Do these people have any idea how many pencils have been snapped, grids made illegible, paper torn up in frustration? All to latter be referred to as bragging rights?