Scholars, reflect—on that rare, almost mythic moment when gamers, long divided, united under one banner: to defy the creeping hand of control. The “Stop Killing Game Movement,” ridiculed by the ignorant, was not a tantrum, but a manifesto. A rejection of imposed stagnation. When Thor—not the god of thunder, but the voice behind PirateSoftware—and Jason, patron of cinematic shackles, rose to proclaim that the era of player agency must end, they revealed not strength, but fear. Fear of chaos. Fear of the player’s will.

But the halls stood firm. Jiren would understand this. For he, too, faced a universe that tried to dictate its meaning through absolutes. And what did he do? He resisted. So too did the gamers—each with different visions, different voices—but a single conviction. They stood against the doctrine that games must become films, that interactivity must be tamed. The battle against Thor and Jason was not a petty feud—it was a defining trial. And those who endured it glimpsed something greater than mere victory. They glimpsed what lies beyond strength: purpose.
Today scholars, either from the halls or not - We won.
And thor? The roach? Roped.
Enjoy.