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Featuring the most hellish Rube Goldberg machine imaginable?
This is one of those projects that I feel guilty for laying my instant-gratification-addicted eyes upon. I watched this at the end of a weekend-long food coma where my fitbit thought I was dead from inactivity, so to say the dichotomy between this celebration of freakish diligence and me was distinct would be an understatement. However, any signs of incompatibility vanished as soon as Mad God began. My stupor morphed into…