Celebrimbor pinched the bridge of his spectral nose. “Fool. By using a compressed, unauthorized repack, you have fractured the New Ring. Its data is scattered across your hard drive in 200-megabyte RAR volumes.”
Kellan had been downloading the file for seventeen hours. His internet connection, much like the forsaken plains of Gorgoroth, was a wasteland of lag and broken promises.
The installer was… unusual. Instead of the usual grey windows prompt, a single red eye blinked at him from the center of the screen. A deep, gravelly voice came through his headphones—not the Windows chime, but something far older.
“Thank you for playing. Please consider buying the game if you enjoyed it. – FitGirl”
“Perfect,” he whispered, double-clicking the installer.
“Ah,” the wraith said, glaring through the screen. “You. The one who chose the repack.”
Middle-earth – Shadow of War – Definitive Edition – FitGirl Repack [by FitGirl]
But Kellan hit ‘Yes.’ A tiny, 3MB file downloaded in three seconds.