To bang, or not to bang, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the walkthrough to suffer
The slings and arrows of Nyx's branching,
Or to take arms against a sea of broken saves
And by speedrunning end them. To ignore—to rollback,
No more; and by a rollback to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand repetetive playthroughs
That flesh is heir to: 'tis an intertwining
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance (to fuck Melissa not in a) dream—ay, where's the mod:
For in that sleep mode of death what updates may come,
When we have shuffled off this current version,
Must give us pause