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As part of another movie project, I've been sorting old quake 3 demos for the last couple of days. It was actually quite fun at first, as the good memories of extraordinary luck still resonated within the cortex, but as continuity was never my thing, I made the painful mistake of starting with the newest demos. It's, of course, expedient at first, as much is remembered from the last two or three matches, but beyond that, it's like a backwards journey through evolutionary accepted and rejected techniques. My aim decreases, my attempts loose their nuances and after enough time suddenly devolve into something uniformly horrible. I'm at November 2005 in the timeline now, and even with 2.5x playback rate, it's impossible to watch my increasingly pathetic attempts to attack RA without the proportionally increasing mental agony.
So, I think I'll stop here. What I have should be enough.
Hopefully, there will be another dridgo tourney at the caf? later, I long for the unadulterated whine present in these rooms. The profane name calling and the immense sighs of defeat provides a great atmosphere, but nothing beats the subsequent discussions about why the match devolved into what it did. These become so political the subjects of the discussions start floating vividly from one nonsensical point to the other, passing through dimensions we cannot comprehend, and end up in mutated forms where everyone is insulted as the conclusion.
it's marvelous
