The icy platforms have officially declared me their nemesis. Every time I try to make that first leap, it's like the game’s whispering, "Not today, slippery mortal!" I’ve mastered the art of falling back to the start so well, I could teach a masterclass in it. At this rate, I’ll be ice skating in circles forever, doomed to a frosty Groundhog Day. If frustration was an Olympic sport, I’d have already slipped my way to gold!