I was a little younger than you.
I'd been getting numerous records,
but I was obsessed with one thing and one thing only:
the top of the world rankings.
I played, day in day out, I got as far as second place.
I was two points behind.
The time finally came and there I was,
trying for my last PR,
and suddenly it happened.
It all clicked.
All the parts of the game.
glitches
objectives
guard patterns
strafe patterns
they all became one
And then
became nothing.
In that moment, I realized there was no world record I couldn't get.
Competition didn't matter anymore, because I was one with
the higher truth that is Perfect Dark.
So when it came to that last record
I just put down my pad
and walked away.
Didn't you care what people said?
Oh, people said a lot of things that weren't true.
He couldnt get the record.
He was scared.
Mafia this...
No, it didn't bother me.
Because they couldn't take away what I knew in my heart.
I can play.
And it doesn't matter what anybody else thinks.