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B2K64 | Book II: The Human Limit
A Blitz 2000 Story
Chapter 1: New Beginnings, Old Friends
By now it has become common knowledge that the 4 minute barrier has been broken for Nintendo 64's Blitz 2000 by none other than LUMBERAMERICA. One can be forgiven for thinking that history ends here- for it's easy to forget that where one story ends, another begins...
He may have achieved eternal glory, altered the course of speedrunning history, and saw the Blitz Gods themselves bestow upon him the gift of immortality...
...but to them, LUMBER simply said, “Yeah, word, cool—thanks. But I think I can go lower. Not really into all that ‘immortality’ stuff anyway.”
And let it be made perfectly clear that this is no 'lone wolf' operation- no- this task requires the titans to grind harder than ever before, together as one. The Migals, the Retro_Smittys, The no_ice_5s of the world must come together as one in order to find the human limit; the essence of speedrunning itself- how fast can a human beat blitz 2000 for nintendo 64?
And so begins a new era for NFL Blitz 2000 on the N64. The players are ready, the bar raised, and the stage is set for the next story in speedrunning legend.
End of Chapter 1
Prologue: The Dawn of a New Quest
In the mystical, electrified universe of NFL Blitz 2000 for the Nintendo 64, a storm of competition was gathering on the horizon. This realm, a grand coliseum where mega-titans dueled with thunderous fury and where triumphs were etched in the annals of glory, was on the verge of welcoming an enigmatic and unprecedented gladiator—one whose fiery ambition and masterful prowess were poised to ignite the most exhilarating showdown of an era.
In the early days of the Age of Blitz Speedrunning, when the fields of competition were young and unexplored, there began a quest most arduous and full of peril. The journey for >4 was truly heralded by the Divine Three: Retro_Smitty, no_ice_5, and IkePrewii whose stature in the realm of the gridiron transcended mere fame or victory. Like great captains of old, they trod uncharted lands, forging a road with hands skilled not in the arts of war, but in the mastery of joystick and button. They ventured into territories unbound by precedent, wielding innovative techniques with relentless dedication, sculpting the very bedrock of modern blitz speedrunning. Without these trailblazers, the community would wander, lost in a wilderness of uncertainty, their paths concealed in shadow. Yet the beacon lit by Smitty, no_ice_5, and IkePrewii shines bright, a signal fire on the distant hill, inspiring the hearts of all who dare to follow, guiding them in the pursuit of excellence, in the boundless fields of pixels and pigskins.
Ages after the Divine Three enflamed the torch of destiny, a new contender emerged. LUMBERAMERICA, a name hitherto unknown in the sacred halls of speedrunning, had been anointed and verified, his entry accompanied by the jubilant symphony of eager discussion and chivalrous rivalry. It was a dimension where milliseconds bore the weight of eternity, where an alchemy of precision, tactics, and indomitable resolve could elevate one to the pantheon of legends or relegate them to the shadows of oblivion.
The arena of NFL Blitz was no sanctuary for the weak-willed. Every game, every maneuver was a titanic struggle of intellect and instinct. The record for the original Blitz N64 stood as a scorching 4:27, a zenith sculpted by the revered no_ice_5, a fleeting moment in time born of immaculate artistry and the benevolence of the capricious RNG deities.
Yet, LUMBERAMERICA was unshaken. This ambitious neophyte was ravenous, fueled by a relentless thirst to demonstrate his mettle and to transcend the very idea of conceivable achievement. A torrent of dialogue swelled regarding the rules, the very essence of the challenge—was it a crucible of unadulterated skill, or could the arcane powers of cheats and tailored playbooks be invoked to reach the coveted finish line with unparalleled haste? The community, as a unified legion, convened, sculpting fresh classifications and pioneering novel ways to engage, outdo, and inspire one another.
The anticipation was almost tactile, a living, breathing entity. Records were not merely vanquished; they were annihilated, obliterated. A staggering 4:22 on Blitz 2000 resonated like an echoing thunderclap, sending shockwaves through the very core of the community. The ecstasy of the hunt, the fraternal bonds, the ceaseless odyssey towards flawlessness—it was the heartbeat of a transcendent pursuit.
However, as accolades crumbled and the community flourished, a melancholic longing lingered, a wistful nostalgia for a golden age when Blitz was the behemoth of speedruns. While some had receded, ensnared by life's inexorable demands, others were quietly entranced by the relentless grind, their gaze unwaveringly affixed to the holy grail: the sub-four-minute conquest.
But within the march towards supremacy lay ephemeral moments of levity and caprice. Dialogues surrounding in-game subterfuges, imaginative strategies, and the whimsical charms of grandiose character features stirred laughter and smiles. The community transcended competition; it was a kinship, a harmonious fellowship bound by a shared devotion.
The journey was a crucible. It bore the scars of struggle and ecstasy, defeat and victory. The path to immortality was littered with trials, yet the community's spirit remained resilient, unbreakable.
As LUMBERAMERICA ventured further into the labyrinthine of Blitz, unearthing speedrun strats and pioneering new tactics, the community remained steadfast, bestowing support, sage counsel, and camaraderie.
Within the pixelated amphitheater of virtuality, a novel, mythic quest was awakened. It was a pursuit that soared beyond games and milestones. It was an epic tale of valor, friendship, and the quintessence of the human spirit's unyielding aspiration to challenge, to triumph, to transcend.
The stage was anointed, the gladiators primed, the world held its collective breath. Let the legendary quest for B2K64 under 4....commence!
