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Finish lines you've actually crossed—every completed title is a notch on the surge.

Raw episode count—the unglamorous, glorious proof you've fed the queue more than sleep.

Scores aren't decoration—they're how you steer strangers toward gold and away from regret.

Long-form essays, one-liner roasts, spoiler-tagged manifestos—your words outlive the season.

Whole sagas, not stray seasons—you track continuity like it's sacred text.

Back-to-back days where you touched your list—streaks that shame alarm clocks.