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Have you not heard of that madman who started up DOTA 2 in the bright morning hours, queued into Ranked All Pick, and cried incessantly: "I seek God! I seek God!"---As many of those who did not believe in God were standing around just then, he provoked much laughter. Has he got lost? asked one. Did he lose his way like a 2K scrub? asked another. Or is he invis? Is he afk in fountain? Has he ragequit? run down mid?---Thus they yelled and laughed
The madman jumped into their midst and pierced them with his eyes. "Whither is God?" he cried; "I will tell you. Techies have killed him---Squee and Spleen. All Techies pickers are his murderers. But how did they do this? How could they drink up the mmr? Who gave them the buffs to ruin every game? What were they doing when they dispelled this earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving? Away from all suns? Are we not plunging continually? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there still any up or down? Are we not straying, as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of the void? Has it not become as cold as Icewrack? Is not Nightstalker continually closing in on us? Do we not need to ward our own base? Do we hear nothing as yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying God? Do we smell nothing as yet of the divine decomposition? Gods, too, decompose. God is dead. God remains dead. And Techies have killed him.```
