Single Status Update
While you were posting on doomworld, speedrunners
tasted wine behind a waterfall and cried into a shaman's armsdiscovered a new trick.
Speedrunning is dead. Speedrunning remains dead. And we have killed it. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that Doom has yet owned has bled to death under our use buttons: who will wipe this trick off us? What mapset is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred categories shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?