i drag myself slowly to the end of the week, hand over fist, my raiment torn and charred as though in some long-forgotten battle, grit soiling the tears running down my cheeks, i raise a grasping, shaking hand to you in supplication, and through the rattle and rasp you hear me whisper...
three *cough*
three.... hundred.... megabytes.
@nicknicknicknick on one disc. on ONE CD DISK. you couldn’t get close to that on a floppy drive