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Gruff male voice (Salle) talking in-between drags on an e-cig
"Tomorrow will be June 5th and we were supposed to be celebrating the 20th birthday of piddy, but as I looked out at the E-sports landscape I couldn't help but wonder where we went wrong"
"Last week a washed up NA pro won the latest GSL, it wasn't supposed to be like this. I was supposed to have retired and passed on the badge years ago" *sigh*
My head spins as I try and take a deep breath
"This is all my fault, all of it. We just wanted to help you know? We just wanted the world to be better never in my darkest nightmares had I dreamed it would come to this."
I look to the right and am reminded of the horror that we currently call living as a news real pronounces Astralis has lost its 30th match in a row
"We gave liquipedia the power to update itself, to go and get the results from API's and feed's the world over, we let it run free! We didn't think about the consequences! Drunk with power we never considered the cost. Gone were the bracket contests that had brought many into the joy of updating, gone was the joy of seeing another user get their first coin, no new intro posts in the secret liquipedia thread."
I still vividly remember the moment we saw it auto-update the first entry, we threw a party! We danced we laughed and thought of the bright future
"Then the results started coming in too fast and we couldn't make sense of it, we just assumed that we were behind. 'Ahh the stream must be lagging, someone out there probably got a little trigger happy, etc' But then it became clear, piddy wasn't just recording results it was predicting them. eSports changed that day."
long pause and he stares hollow eyed into the black night
"The first few events if you weren't paying attention felt the same. Crowd cheering as the unbelievable happened, in silence as they held their breath to see who would win the roshan fight. Then it happened, a lone cheer ripped through the audience moments before DoubleLift turned the fight to give Liquid the title of world champs."
"The piddy-aires, thats what we called the few who understood the money to be made. We tried to stop it but it was too late. It seemed that every day Piddy got stronger and the predictions more accurate, as Frankenstein hadn't had the will to kill the monster he had made neither did we. 'We can fix it! Things can go back to how they were!' The pitiful cries of pitiful men."
He stands quiet for a few minutes, then a fake sounding "2EZ for Ence" yell seems to break his concentration from his long off thought
"I knew, I knew something wasn't right for now that my eyes had been opened I could see what was coming. Predictions turned to foretelling, and at that point I understood that we had to turn it off. With a weary heart I went to shut it down, I pulled up the management console, typed my credentials and just started at the screen for moments before I hit enter. 'Username or password is incorrect please try again', I had typed it so many times that there was no way I had fat fingered it! What was going on! Quickly I called R1ch surely he could fix this!"
"He picked up and in natural R1ch fashion started working, I could hear the clickity clack of his keyboard and after a few moments a string of curse words, his access was also removed. How could this be? Combing through the logs we saw that someone had logged in a few hours earlier and thats when it all clicked for me. I hung up on R1ch without giving him an explanation and came here as fast as possible. The one person who had stayed quiet throughout it all, who had gently told us not to worry, that this couldn't really be happening"
I turn and look at the silhouette in doorway
"FO-nTTaX how could you! We trusted you!"
The figure moves forward and I can see that parts of FO-nTTaX still exist but this is in essence no longer a human. The mouth opens and a childlike voice says
"You may call me LiquiDpedia"
