It destroyed my mind for the next couple of days, a sort of fraglag, but, in terms of the curious satisfaction that comes with mastery of electronic worlds, it was well worth it. That said, by about the 750 frags mark, everyone else was so achingly desperate for these hours of sustained fury, concentration and cathode ray abuse to end that they were basically lining up to be killed to speed the process along, so I don't feel as though I truly earned every one of those kills. Mine is playing a charity match of Q3DM17 (a fine, fine map whose cuboid-insect shape will forever be burned into my brain) a few years back - the winner was the first to score 999 kills, all within a single match, with no breaks. You lot: it is your duty to share your finest Quake III memories below. This article contained embedded media which can no longer be displayed.
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