Years ago the bug in Shuttle case far, far away there was a CPU that fought a war of frames against an enemy who vowed to consume all the resources within the land. The enemy was Half-life 2's source engine. It shiny DirectX 9 graphics had captured the mind of the its operator. Soon there was not enough frames to go round and the Source engine began to search for a way to improve the situation. Research revealed a new graphics card so powerful it was hand-picked from the assembly line for its blistering speed and awesome processing grunt.
The orders were drafted and the elite debit card unit was dispatched. Several months passed and the engine received word that the acquisition had taken place, delivery was imminent. After the cards arrival it was inspected, its red colour shining through the diminuitive case, chrome writing proclaiming X800XT PE dominated the side as a mark to strike fear. The engine had its prize and it worked.....WELL. Frames for everyone was proclaimed. As the frames began to spew forth from the red giant a problem was noticed, heat. In the tiny case such power could not be left without sufficient air. "A hole!" cried one idiot. Make it so thought another. A hole was created to draw cool external air in for the red giant to heat and expel from the rear. This was only a temporary fix though there was still not enough air going to the red giant. The battleground must be changed.
A Coolermaster Centurion case became the arena for the battle, a larger arena with fresh air flowing across the land. The Source engine was happy and content but a single word struck fear into its heart, enough to slow progress and worry it about the progress made. UPDATE. Its new arrival was beginning to flag but after searching for answers a new idea was formed. The CPU must be changed to cope with my demands and all I must do is wait, "MUHAHAHAHA" cackled the Source engine. In due time the CPU who had fought valiantly was superceeded in command by the smaller but far more capable Q6600. This new commander could multitask the red giants ass off and once again the Source engine was supplying frames for everyone at large rates. Times were good until the word was mentioned again. UPDATE.
Frames were in dire shortage and nothing could save the situation. The Source engine was all but maxxed out trying to keep its reign of frames going but inevitably another change was needed. Once again the elite squad was organised for a sortie of epic proportions. The target was new...very new. It had 768Mb of memory and enough processing grunt to tear your face off, the red giant was a feeble mouse comparitively. The crack unit was not tasked with the acquisition of this one unit as this was not a change of fun but of desperation. The elite force was to retrieve two of these beasts. Mere days later the arrival of the gloss black units brought a sense of awe to the case. Now the Engine had full power bristling from every point and the frames were hurtling out, like pyroclastic flow from a volcano, an unstoppable force that many could not even believe let alone match. The unfortunate problem was although the frames were flowing out like a volcanic eruption it had the heat as well. Suddenly air was not enough, the battle had changed, the forces revived and retrained, situation was no longer straight, tactics and skill were now the tools of mayhem.
Watercooling the weapon of the Source engine to chill all parts to obtain the maximum frames possible. This was not out of desperation but out of fear, the Engine had suffered from the last mention of the word so it must be prepared this time. The CPU had fallen to this new weapon chilling is cores more effectively but it was not long before more were engulfed in the coolant. The two black beasts were so hot headed they were heating this new weapon to ineffectiveness. Its chilled coolant running through its vein heated by the beasts until the battleground was at a critical temperature. The beasts easily fell to the watercooling force as did RoG Fusion. Could air cooling survive? Is there any hope?
One drop. A single piece of coolant was spotted and engineers quickly dispatched to fix. The reducer having two wormdive clips was leaking, a quick tighten and that would be it. The ray of hope extinguished from the air cooling eyes of despair. Not really though, the leak became worse and worse and worse. Until suddenly the town of Northbridge was totally washed out, the neighbouring towns Southbridge and Mos Fet connected via the Fusion were also drenched by this almighty c0ck-up by the Engine's maniacal ways. Air cooling had clawed its way back the Fusion camp was their's, albeit by default but a victory is still a victory. A metal reducer was planned by the maniacal SOurce engine but efforts by the crack squad to obtain it have so far been thwarted by something called "out of stock". With all the component currently under water control the black monolith (PA120.3) that stands tall in the watercooling camp has become hot, very hot. Again the Engine drafts plans for a new home, a new battleground, the final frontier, an expanse of liquid cooled freedom.
The black monolith of water cooling power stands tall while an overshadowing loom of doom approaches. The battleground selected and arrived, The Silverstone TJ07. A black battleground with separate sections for forces to congregate. The behemoth has taken stage but will the cooling war ever reach a peaceful end.......
The orders were drafted and the elite debit card unit was dispatched. Several months passed and the engine received word that the acquisition had taken place, delivery was imminent. After the cards arrival it was inspected, its red colour shining through the diminuitive case, chrome writing proclaiming X800XT PE dominated the side as a mark to strike fear. The engine had its prize and it worked.....WELL. Frames for everyone was proclaimed. As the frames began to spew forth from the red giant a problem was noticed, heat. In the tiny case such power could not be left without sufficient air. "A hole!" cried one idiot. Make it so thought another. A hole was created to draw cool external air in for the red giant to heat and expel from the rear. This was only a temporary fix though there was still not enough air going to the red giant. The battleground must be changed.
A Coolermaster Centurion case became the arena for the battle, a larger arena with fresh air flowing across the land. The Source engine was happy and content but a single word struck fear into its heart, enough to slow progress and worry it about the progress made. UPDATE. Its new arrival was beginning to flag but after searching for answers a new idea was formed. The CPU must be changed to cope with my demands and all I must do is wait, "MUHAHAHAHA" cackled the Source engine. In due time the CPU who had fought valiantly was superceeded in command by the smaller but far more capable Q6600. This new commander could multitask the red giants ass off and once again the Source engine was supplying frames for everyone at large rates. Times were good until the word was mentioned again. UPDATE.
Frames were in dire shortage and nothing could save the situation. The Source engine was all but maxxed out trying to keep its reign of frames going but inevitably another change was needed. Once again the elite squad was organised for a sortie of epic proportions. The target was new...very new. It had 768Mb of memory and enough processing grunt to tear your face off, the red giant was a feeble mouse comparitively. The crack unit was not tasked with the acquisition of this one unit as this was not a change of fun but of desperation. The elite force was to retrieve two of these beasts. Mere days later the arrival of the gloss black units brought a sense of awe to the case. Now the Engine had full power bristling from every point and the frames were hurtling out, like pyroclastic flow from a volcano, an unstoppable force that many could not even believe let alone match. The unfortunate problem was although the frames were flowing out like a volcanic eruption it had the heat as well. Suddenly air was not enough, the battle had changed, the forces revived and retrained, situation was no longer straight, tactics and skill were now the tools of mayhem.
Watercooling the weapon of the Source engine to chill all parts to obtain the maximum frames possible. This was not out of desperation but out of fear, the Engine had suffered from the last mention of the word so it must be prepared this time. The CPU had fallen to this new weapon chilling is cores more effectively but it was not long before more were engulfed in the coolant. The two black beasts were so hot headed they were heating this new weapon to ineffectiveness. Its chilled coolant running through its vein heated by the beasts until the battleground was at a critical temperature. The beasts easily fell to the watercooling force as did RoG Fusion. Could air cooling survive? Is there any hope?
One drop. A single piece of coolant was spotted and engineers quickly dispatched to fix. The reducer having two wormdive clips was leaking, a quick tighten and that would be it. The ray of hope extinguished from the air cooling eyes of despair. Not really though, the leak became worse and worse and worse. Until suddenly the town of Northbridge was totally washed out, the neighbouring towns Southbridge and Mos Fet connected via the Fusion were also drenched by this almighty c0ck-up by the Engine's maniacal ways. Air cooling had clawed its way back the Fusion camp was their's, albeit by default but a victory is still a victory. A metal reducer was planned by the maniacal SOurce engine but efforts by the crack squad to obtain it have so far been thwarted by something called "out of stock". With all the component currently under water control the black monolith (PA120.3) that stands tall in the watercooling camp has become hot, very hot. Again the Engine drafts plans for a new home, a new battleground, the final frontier, an expanse of liquid cooled freedom.
The black monolith of water cooling power stands tall while an overshadowing loom of doom approaches. The battleground selected and arrived, The Silverstone TJ07. A black battleground with separate sections for forces to congregate. The behemoth has taken stage but will the cooling war ever reach a peaceful end.......