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But, against all reason, you soldier on. Perhaps it's the stubbornness ingrained in your human psyche or the masochistic desire to prove your worth in the face of overwhelming odds.
And then, after countless moments of anguish and frustration, you reach the end. Victory is within your grasp—or so you think. But as you stand triumphantly before the exit, a wave of crushing disappointment washes over you. The sense of accomplishment you expected is replaced by a hollow emptiness, like biting into a chocolate chip cookie only to discover it's made of cardboard.
completing Darkest Hour is akin to climbing Mount Everest only to find a decrepit signpost at the summit. It's an a reminder that sometimes, the darkest hour is the one spent playing video games - or testing portal 2 workshop-♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ like yours (and mine).