Welcome, boils and ghouls, to the 🔦🌌 Highlight Zone! 🖍️💅🏻 Bunch around, iF yOu DaRe, puns abound, this I swear! Well, I suppose it ghost without saying. After some scareful dreadtegic analysis of the spine-chilling Jumanji of a situation we're ensnared in, I've come to an unsettling conc-BOO!-sion: the problem with this here cobwebsite (is that a self-burn?! severe burns are dangerous!) is the simple fact there's no-one there mournitoring the ceased-to-be simian. That is to say, anyone who overSees DeAd chimp. That's right, I have seen the future 🔮 and the future is a ragsman. I mean, anagrams. But for the fear and now, and while it hasn't dug itself up again, we have one little gamepage refresh blood and I thought I'd also skullster it with some amusing (you'll die laughing!) musings on a topical['d eyeballs] topic. But let's go from the top down the drop... (I've vowed to one day figure out a way [of all flesh] we can go from the bottom instead, but I'm still stuck on how to turn the undead... into fruitarians.)

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The only little gamepage disfiguration for today's release comes from 'PROX', who has also come to a conclusion: one of the strategies used in his previous MechWarrior 2: 31st Century Combat Werewolf campaign ILs also had to make way for the future, despite how far-temporally-removed[ coffin lids] the frightional universe in question already appears from our limited human perspective, cowering at the feet of our cosmic overlords, screaming pointlessly for mercy. 3 seconds came off (like chunks of rotten flesh) the formerl-de-Hyde record of Mis-shhh-you-fool!-ion 2, entitled "Brain Tongs". The death throes end at 1:04, with the full-table epitaph a sombre "Rot, birdy, birdy blue at 0:30:32".

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Entering the "Blind Guessing" portion of the show now, you might recall the last one was on volunt-eerie-ng, and all you memory monsters out there know it specifically stated it was a "part one" of some fashion. Well, long excuse short, my ambitions for part two were to see whether there had been a global/NA drop-off in volunteering in general, and while I found some evi-dance-of-death suggesting there was (it peaked in the US after 9/11), I didn't ultimately think I could emanate lethal enough levels of beta and gamma radiation in the social sciences... And so shall séances today inspire other[world]ly-themed automatic writhing. Topical this topic is not because Halloween but because we had talk of segmented speedruns in the previous, surely rather grim and... there's no other way... diabolical announcement, and the grisly whodunnit around their mysterious general disapparition is likely as well unraveled here as wherever else. Maybe we could scare up a little more inte-Rest In Segments? (See, that's a good one. That one's undeniable!)

🎃 <----------- behold, a punpkin

A segmented speedrun, for you sickly-greenhorns and grilled-tenderfoots, is when you take just one snippet of gameplay from dusk till dawn loading till saving and keep boiling it until the fat has all dripped off. Now, I don't seriously believe many people reading this wouldn't have known that, but they've certainly been a lo-viz, vulnerable or even endangered species as of late. I remember a time (say you're old without saying you're old, and a witch) when runners would dead-relative-ly frequently hand over BOTH a single-segment AND a segmented run even in the same exact changeling swaddle. That should [The Pit and] upend[ulum] any claims segmented runs used to ever be regarded a destitute second, strapped to the iron lung of necessity. It was in fact the case segmented runs were the initial default amongst "other", non-Quake, runs on SDA; check any of their URLs and you can see there's no special segmentation tag. Of course it's also true that especially those Slenderman JRPGs, with scaly legs that won't quit (think "legs" more like the Tour de France), required a marathon mindset before the Neo-Pheidippides of the Games Done Quick events had even finished his warm-up routine, and most critically, couldn't be recordead on a single VHS tape or DVDie, so there's many sides to the horror story. Here's sever-all of my highlight goriest reasons why segdemented speedruns are so scarece now (the numbe[The]ring is for ease of reference only, not strictly for order of importance; also I'll abbreviate "single-segment" to "SS" from now):

1. The combined influence of speedrun.com's popularity, all the marathons, speedrunslive.com and streaming in general has made SS the default mode of speedrunning. These things work on a feedback loop. There was a time before "Googling" was THE verb for it, with people now calling it that reinforcing the notion Google is the best choice, or at least sufficiently good to obviate alternatives. Competition is where the main spotlight seems to lie and how people new to speedrunning are likely to be introduced to it, but competition just doesn't marry up with segmented running as well as collaboration does, especially after new route upgrades stop being an everymonth thing.
2. The aforementioned recording woes with longer runs having been greatly alleviated by larger hard drives and whatnot.
3. Some runners now get enough in donations to afford a life without a day job, so longer unsegmented runs can fit their schedules. These runners are probably not that numerous, but they must by definition be some of those with the most eyes on them, again reinforcing the SS mode of running.
4. Again about streaming, I can't imagine drilling the same 5 seconds over and over again for hours in Half-Life bewitching similar masses as full-game attempts do. In segmenting a run, getting a lower variety of outcomes from execution and RNG rolls being one of your explicit goals homogenizes the gameplay.
5. Intuitively, I want to link the lowering attention spans somehow with the abandonment of segmented running, but I don't know how to divide and conquer this topic right. Certainly that same 5-second segment will start numbing the runner's mind too, and drive them up the wall unless you are of THAT particular make that really enjoys repetitive tasks. And do segmented runs invite a more analytical mode of thinking, implying you stop to just think about things? At the same time, isn't SS'ing a whole long game also taxing on your ability to focus? Myself, I don't think I could even do that at all, any more than I can crunch away at an update endlessly. Maybe there's apples and oranges at play here. <irony>Unlike literally everything else in my updates,</irony> this is a point I'll allow my readers to harbor independent opinions about.
6. In some indefinite but increasing count of cases, a segmented run loses too much time going out of its way to save anywhere if the game's not save-anywhere, if you see what I did there. (Somewhere in the lonesome and creepy universe, there's someone called Bill who has no idea what I mean.) Little Big Adventure I know to be an example of that. Even if you can save when you please, the menuing might drop too many seconds. In the end, this phenomenon might be a bit marginal, but worth mentioning.
7. Officially sanctioned TASing has become more widely available across more platforms, will-o-the-wisping away many a wayward soul otherwise inclined to pursue real-time segmented running. (I'm not expressing resentment here, to be clear, but it's probably true to say.) In some ways especially save-anywhere segmented runs occu[lt]py an uncanny valley between TASes and SS runs.
8. If you don't know about or care enough about SDA, there's no official site that fully endorses segmented runs. This may turn some people off.

nate pointed me at a Metroid Prime speedrunning -related chronology on YouTube by someone called nick_at_day. There's a short chapter therein discussing this exact theme, working well as a case study that I can heartily recommend you to watch, as unrequited as the love may be (broken heart? also could die from that).

So that's all a bit of a shame, but you know what they (the demonic dual entity known as Lennon-McCartney) would say! "Ob-La-Di, ou-bli-ette, life goes on, after death! The horror of how life goes on..." Thinking back to MechWarrior for a minute, don't you just feel "Spicy Pumpkin" would chameleon perfectly in the list of missions? I can't believe I neglected to order one of those luscious lattés somewhere on my recent trip to grave England. One of the moments we immortalized (bwahahaha!) has me gawking at a pub a-frame, one that had a row of glowy pumpkins chalked on, looking eerily 3D. I was inordinately in awe of those pumpkins. Still, they were nothing like this guy: 🦄 <-- this was also in the "Halloween" bin at Emojipedia. I can see why. 😱

Actually one point that's worth bringing up is, and I'm kind of perpetually out of the streaming loop myself (disoriented? lost? can't find my bearings but the bears can find me, with ease?), but I've been told people stream ILs of stuff like Golden Eye or Mario Kart, and those kinds of streams may actually get lots of views? Of course those are ENTIRE ILs of some very popular games, famous for their speedrunning, but maybe it's all a bit more nuanced than I've made it seem? This Blind Guessing COULD well get a part two grafted on like an extra arm at some point, perhaps one where we discuss in more detail what the merits of segmented runs might be. Simply being able to run effectively at all without having to have entire days of free time was always one of them, but again, if no-one's put the thought in your head (subliminal messages? mind control?), it may not have occurred to all.

I'm pre-empting the next fleeting season with this:

Silent Night, Blasphemous Night
Great Ones reign, Death's in sight
Horrid beasties enslaving mankind
Cosmic terror destroying your mind
We're all going to SDA
We are all going to SDA

No bells, whistles or novelty speedruns today, just a brief brief on something that's been simmering beneath the surface. A little while back, it was brought to our attention that one of the speedruns published on this site had signs of something potentially a bit fishy happening (what did fish ever do?). We've been hosting a Diablo speedrun by groobo, any% as the sorcerer, banishing evil in just 3 minutes 12, which for a big-budget RPG title is really up there (down there?) as times to finish go. This 2009 record hadn't been challenged to this day, in either sense of the word. As a result of painstaking investigative efforts led by dwangoAC, Senior Ambassador from TASVideos.org, with significant aid from of a large team of Diablo subject matter experts (dwango's exploits you can read about in this WIRED article), and counterbalanced by a direct correspondence with the runner in question, it has been determined that groobo's run very likely does not stem from only legitimate techniques, and as such, has itself been banished barring new developments.

The full analysis is available here. A summary of its findings and some clarifications are given below. For reference, this is what the gamepage with the run in question used to look like.

1) The run was segmented, i.e. consisting of different parts recorded at different times instead of all in one go. It was never portrayed as anything other, and segmented speedruns have a very long history on this site.

2) The segments were recorded from different playthroughs. I.e. they're not from the same continuous sequence of save files. It seems the runner consulted the main admin at the time, Mike Uyama, to confirm his Diablo runs would be accepted if he did that. To this day, we've okay'd rerecording segments within the same playthrough by returning back to a previous save, redoing the segment, and splicing that together with later segments, to allow for easier optimizations without having to redo every subsequent segment, provided this is sure not to have provided any unfair advantages. The way it was done in this run would never be allowed on SDA now, though. This is what enabled the runner to combine different RNG seeds to get significantly speedier progress through the randomly generated dungeons (and more).

3) The run was determined to be recorded using a combination of different patch versions of the game. v. 1.00 and 1.09 are seen in the portions before and after gameplay, while it is believed v. 1.04 or 1.05 is used during the timed gameplay portion. If all the gameplay was recorded using the same version, this isn't really any major issue.

4) The run had missing frames of gameplay. While this is obviously a mistake and a bad look, it's also not unprecedented. Accidentally snipping off the first or last frame of a segment is an understandable mistake and by itself not an explicit sign of foul play (better keep a little before and after each segment for the verification copy you send us!).

5) The main cause of the suspicions lies in the total inability of the team working under TAS conditions to replicate several parts of the run without modifications to the game code. The final duel with Mr. Death Breath is perhaps the most eyebrows-lifting. The fight has only been possible to recreate if the damage from the fireball spell is artificially boosted using external means. The other problems lie in the level generation in levels 3, 4, and 9, also seemingly impossible to recreate.

6) There is no similar evidence at hand of foul play in groobo's previous Diablo or other runs at the moment, but removing a runner's other runs when there's strongly suspected cheating is par for the course anyhow. For now, the Diablo gamepage has been rolled back past groobo's three runs to the very first Diablo one we ever hosted, which very likely constitutes the most epic necro of any speedrun ever. :P If groobo can provide something concrete to help his case, we can revert this decision. Meanwhile, and independently of that, feel free to send us a modernized Diablo segmented run (using just one seed, plz) so we can all see what's new in this precinct of hell without all the fishy fish! (Seriously, what did fish do??) Of course any SS run beating this resurfacing segmented one will automatically obsolete it so let's see how long this Lazarus will last.

Today's update only features the very superlative, most deucedly capital words and augmented expressions the kind that simply do not rub off without hydrogen peroxide or nitroglycerin. Speaking of...

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Quote of the Run: "Jack can hold up to 9 coins at a time. Picking up a tenth coin sends him to the torture chamber (very bad)."

You know, in my halcyon years – and what a years that was! – I always thought it was "something boom boom down" cascading from the lubed-up pre-Scatman motormouth of a one-hit wonder in that one part of his wondrous one hit "Informer" you feel you've got some discernible chances to eventually intelligibilize for yourself if you can manage to sidestep summer jobs until you're at least sixteen. This Snow lad, from North York (is this a place that you want be seen being from?), was that Canuck spitter assimilating the Jamaican patois who, despite this probably having out-street-wised "knapsacks" and "washrooms" as lingos go, everyone thought was even more boom-bastic and exactly as sus as that other early 90s North American white rapper dude who thought being cool was just a nautical mile downstream from sounding that; from having a name suggesting low-temperature conditions. Snow wasn't necessarily on "snow" at the time, but rather "on ice", contained in a "cold storage facility", so the story goes, after refusing to rat someone out in a fine-enough fielding of felon fealty. Anyhoes, can't have been just me with that particular mishearing of what amounts to a different language (I think the line is drawn when they're no longer able to interbreed). And it only makes sense accurate information is hard to come by when loose lips are deemed so damning, eh!

Now, being me, there's nothing I can do to go straight to the point, given anything I can do to avoid it. But like a rubber band, I do feel the tension mounting, the glares intensifying, the heat building, the ice cracking, as an imaginary but animate, fully unanimous, inane and animose* chorus of parasocial peers decries how heedlessly I wear my heaven-conferred informer's cape at this chill storage facility of ours and guilt trips me into making my due delivery post-haste. While being reminded of random things like reggae rap songs is my foot in the door for getting one of these thingzoes in simultaneous translational and rotational motion, I think I've picked up on something here you can love or hate but never deny. And like the many subtle fragrances of your life that you've been putting on ice, you already missed it. Cause what in the blazes do you mean "picking up a tenth coin sends him to the torture chamber"‽

Yes, that's mighty boom boom interrobang-worthy that! That just sounds like a winning prank at a jokesters' symposium of classical antiquity, hosted by Hades himself. The most diabotical edition of Nim. You know, the one where you take turns picking one to three small objects out of a finite set. (Thanks ChatGPT for telling me what that game is called! Friends totally are electric these days.). Am I the only one left blinking and rubbing me world-weary eyes? What... kind... of... game... is... this Mighty Bomb Jack of yours, 'ktwo'? Any BOOMs and BANGs are buried deep like the remains of that one oopsie nuke in North Carolina (for that scoop, search that page for the headline "Weapon No. 2") and stuck through a heavy delay like David Gilmour's guitar. Without knowing better, and I'm not sure that I do, it kinda looks like Jack isn't here to save any days, but to save the bombs instead! He keeps pinching out fuses with his bare fingers or whatever his prehensile organ of preference might be, to stockpile a whole New Year's worth of gunpowder for one evergreen grand finale. After the pyramid's innards have been explosed, as Jack starts sinking into the quicksand-like mixture, you can tell the structure is being held together using exactly the same technique as I outlined in the Night World update (March 21, 2023). That them EGY pyramids got oodles of sand inside is not a joke by the way! Let's blow one up IRL and you'll see 😈 There, on a watchlist now...

The sands of time are quick indeed! 0:06:26 quick to be exact, with another 31 seconds buried by desert storms from a closely related run that was cross-obsoleted by this one. This category utilizes every technique to avoid the good ending like LotBlind avoids speedrun talk.

* Means "full of spirit; hot; vehement" or some such crud. The for-all-I-care pronunciation: "any-moose"

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Quote of the Run: "The final odds for all of that going right are ~0.06%."

Sentence-ending punctuation marks galore today, as we usher through another improvement to Super Punch-Out!!, one of these games that seems simultaneously the big and little brother of its NES counterpart. On the one hand, it does everything with more flair: detailed score breakdown; the speech doesn't sound like seals barking (wait, is that an improvement though?); etc. etc., but on the other hand, will it ever appreciate the simple things? In both hands a boxing glove fulla dynamite, blowing up all over one egg-headed self-obsessed had-it-coming right pillock/prat/prick/git/tosser called Narcis Prince, who gets disinherited by 'Akiteru' 0.08 seconds faster in 8.20. The post-pugilistic papers might have riffed on the Chili Peppers with "Several Uppercuts to the Cold Upper (just upper) Class". Seriously, these are the child-abusey types that you've heard of swarming the House of Lords. This updates the ILs to 0:02:16.73 with just one time remaining non-TAS-perfect! I wonder if the TASes themselves are perfect? I have a feeling they are. Seems a boxing game should be one you can brute force.

(Somebody had some serious self-restraint / head injury -related amnesia not to spill the beans on that fully implemented two-player mode for the first 28 years... Next submission, remind me to write something more on it, you know, philosophically. Someone's gotta!)

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Quote of the Run: "These quick kills are exceedingly rare. Maybe about 1 in 30 runs get one, and it's 17 minutes into the run. So grinding for one of these is extremely brutal."

You know who's incredibly well-salaried? The Capcom "come up with another ten-odd boss names" team. Ten VERY ODD boss names, actually. By 1997, the creators of the Megaman series felt they had reached the bottom of the barrel, and so they broke through into whole 'nother barrel beneath populated by bioluminescent deep-sea creatures defying scientific classification. It was like a duck-billed platy-weirdo in the face of the Mammalia. And that's just as well, things get old. Take the word "wiz" for instance. Dunzo since before 1998, apparently, because I checked and it looks like absolutely no-one has ever said "wiz" on SDA once. (Rectified!) Gated reverb got old. Live social interactions same. Virtues are out, bird flus are in. Wearing watches got old. The Spice Girls will viva forever. And ultimately, happily haywire'd robot adversaries being called something-sensible-but-unlicenced -man did get old in the end. No more x-men in Megaman X, if you see what I've done there. Furthermore, this being the nub, sucking, or being a nub, at video games got oooooollld as the hills. Beverly Hills, where be yer skills? Nikolaj 'ThaRixer' Sørensen cleverly kills dem mecho-mobiles with venomous bills to see how it feels. Them red and blue pills, the Matrix unveils, unplug from yer gils, start breathing for realz.

It needed to say "Beverly Hillbillies" in there somewhere. Can you see where? No wait, I got it...

So how's he done it then, assembling this Mega Man X4 in 0:40:57 automaton? Simple, you simpleton! He just beast-slashed off the whole 6:34 minutes of faffing about, daydreaming, making phone calls, watching Beverly Hillbillies, throwing darts and picking one's nose till it hemorrhages a blood donation's worth from Mike Uyama's old old-timey time minimum. I asked around the office and I don't know why no-one seems to remember the single-segment 100% Zero run had all that in there. Whether Mike's prophecies have otherwise held up, I couldn't tell ya, but his "I feel like I am very close to the theoretical lowest time for this run" in the obsoleted run's comments is just SOOO KAWAIIIII <3

But brother, those names tho. How bad were they in this one?

• Split Mushroom: What are we making? Sakamushi? Hoiruyaki? Can I turn a Split Mushroom into a Mushroom Split?
• Cyber Peacock: Is this like... someone who blew tons of money on non-fungibles?
• Web Spider: Friends with Hole Mole and Spawn Fish? ChatGPT informs me only about 50% of known spider species actually weave webs, so I suppose this makes sure we're all on the same page. The same web page. That's SDA, bitch.

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Aaand to finish this little weave, as a "fun" extra, I wanted to point you over here where nate reposted the epic struggles of what I imagine were hundreds of engineers and servicemen all responding within minutes to an infinitesimally unlikely black swan event at the data center housing us. By "black swan" I'm referring to the evil seductress character from the excellent 2010 movie by that name. Basically I think Natalie Portman did it.

That's in reference to a Shakespeare quote I picked up off a Magic the Gathering card (that's about what those are good for amirite?), and to the you'll-know-it-when-you-see-it in today's first run. Speaking of, I'd like to extend (protract, lengthen, stretch out) a heartfelt apology to the relevant runner for the super-sized delay with their well-earned airing. It's because I... just wanted to spend a few extra mo[nth]ments savoring it all by myself. <3

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In the statement "It's difficult to picture the perfect X", the "X" could be a lotta things. X could be an aeroplane. X could be a piano. X could be a particle accelerator that doubles as a skate cross track. X could be an amusement park ride, an amusement park, or just an amusement. Furthermore, a lot of speedruns can be plugged into this variable. It's easier to confirm a correct factorization into large primes than to chop it up yourself. You watch this run and you're happy to believe "yes, this makes sense, this must be it". As far as the I can see, in this 0:58:15 of a hard [difficulty] mathematical proof, with the abilities, foremost the psychotic "hya-hya-hyaaahs", flaunted by that most risque of these rat-reared rascals, redband-Raphael, (after Raffaello Sanzio da Urbino, a name that, just like most Italian names, is definitely fun enough to reprint here, or indeed anywhere at all – I don't think it can reasonably be morally condemned as a graffiti tag either), and given the exact timings and placements of these ninjoform adversaries waddling one by two by three onto the all-the-world's-a-stage, there's simply no mistaking it! This is it, I've fallen in love. E' amore... a prima... pizza.

Indeed, this is the first glimpses caught of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Shredder's Revenge's Juliet by 'lxx4xNx6xxl''s Romeo. FYI, respectful of the fact the runner, whose name I shall not attempt to type or even copy-paste into this particular river delta of a ramifying sentence (my lame claim to fame, I'm afraid), probably did NOT score this run first time playing, the sentence preceding, the one you're probably going to have to reverse back to like a fire engine to catch my drift here, was not designed with making sense in mind, any more than our bittersweet natural universe. I just wanted to dump both of the remaining two links into it, and much like post-Romeo Juliet, I don't see any serious competing suitors for this job, so...

The point is, this game is very new, 2022, and old it isn't to SDA either. But it is a good-ooool' classic tragedy in five acts. Here's why that's definitely five-sigma confirmed: Instead of the House of Capulet ("capo" is to "Capulet" as "ham" is to "Hamlet"), you've got the Foot Clan. Instead of Benvolio and Paris (remember those guys? oh man, those guys 🤣), you've got Bebop-a-lula and Get-Ready-Rocksteady. Instead of... you ready for this? Told you to get ready! Instead of star-crossED demenTED loveRS outta room throwing their lives A-way to the flies... you've got throwing starS outta DimenTION X flyING YOUR way A-cross the room... with love. And instead of the plan of waiting on Juliet for those two courtesy years to make marital consummation less youchey (and more wow! ^^ -chey), you've got... okay, I think this is where the analogy FINALLY breaks down. Phew!

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Quote of the Run: "you can play a replay on the exact frame the M16 rampage ends to receive ~30000 ammo"

In case you can't fill in pretty poetry with the necessary rap pizazz using the power of your imagination, here, all done for ya!

(The File of Destiny in .ogg)
(The File of Destiny in .mp3)

(Local queenpin, ringing up the runner)

"How do ya, fine neighbor?
I need a... kind favor.
First mend that ride over there:
it got nicked in a night caper.
Then drive to the shop'n center,
and find me a retailer
stocking a wide range of
varieties of aqua vita.
Provide me some tequila,
and one of that French liqueur,
lime for to add flavor...
Then whip me up a Marg-rita
and one for the señ-rita."

(Like 40 minutes later)

"What's with the flightless bird?
Is it dry? You a rainmaker?
Wait, it's my booze Uber!"

(Calls the runner again)

"Yo, thought you would take the car!
And what is that, pipe vapor?"

(Runner)

"I'm 'guywithalightsaber'
and I'm high as a kite, bay-beh!
And I'm flyin' like a kite paper!
Uh, meant paper kite! Lemme alight
here on this skyscraper
construction site where I'll
tryst with a Triad member,
or was it Aunt Brenda?
I know we met on Tinder...
And so I cannot render
aid with your agenda.
Can't fix your car fender
or be your bartender.
The raven's... a harbinger."

(Queenpin)

"...
A guy with a lightsaber?
My, what a wiseacre!"

What I'm saying here is allowing your children to play Grand Theft Auto III and derivative works is bad parenting in more ways than the FCC is letting you in on. And the game itself is bad at parenting. Not only are there frequent replacements of what you've been expressly and unstutteringly instructed to do with another unrelated, self-assigned assignment... but those aren't ever even properly followed through with! "I'm gonna be a firemannnaaahhh, there's risk involved. Hey, I wanna be a par-a-med-ic... Nah, you gotta care-a-lil'-bit. No, I got it! Gonna be a taxi driver in Calcutta (reference only EU peeps will get). Nah, I'd actually rather just drive myself around Liberty City, hence the name." And THAT'S rewarded by making you hugely wealthy. Yeah, this will prepare you for life, won't it. What the constant camera slapping like davie504 to wipe traffic off the road translates to is "C'mon, move, people occupying my friggin' lane! No that's ALSO MY LANE!" Claude's simply the consummate narcissist. Just the basic ability to self-reflect is inherently compromised here – you KNOW replays are shoddily implemented when they cause massive rodent-induced-dam-failure-like upheavals to the gamestate when you return!

I don't know, man. I see there's definitely been upheavals to the state of the game/art/category (single-segment by any selfish means necessary), 15:11 off previous SDA run, downtown to the dam in 0:56:46. Help yourself, you're a lost cause anyway.