Day after day, the Shitters faithful pressed on, tethered to their charts like moths to a dying flame. "DOOM" wasn’t just a name—it was the pulse of their existence, a four-letter dirge that echoed through crashed wallets and sleepless nights. They aped harder, doubling down on the despair, as if the act itself could defy the gravity of their self-made abyss. Losses piled up like refuse, yet the screen’s pull remained unbreakable.