46 hours, with a 2 hour nap after the first 20.
It was a double all-nighter with Bipolar, Teeny, and Moo.
455 hours, 56 minutes (57 technically) ._.
If I'm remembering correctly... Which I'm sure I'm not;
From July 27th, 2011 to August 14th, 2011, I was awake/dead. My mind consisted of dilute images of Bethesda Studios and wonderful physically impossible machinations resulting from hallucinations. I'm certain I took a break from the screen to play with some incredibly amusing Water bottle caps every now and then.
That wasn't even the extent of anything. I kept all-nighting from the moment I got back. I don't even know how I'm still alive.
I think my pulse stopped a handful of times.
My short term memory was completely non-existent, and 3/4ths of the time when someone was talking to me I don't even. It's almost like the best feeling ever, and then out of nowhere, you're struggling to stay upright with the nagging feeling that you're dying inside. And every sunrise my internal clock would reset, and even though I felt ready to collapse, I suddenly had no true fatigue.
In fact, right now my brain is still a soupy, viscous mess of lost thought. I'm still trying to remember how to do math.
I still remember, due to timezones, watching everyone wink off 1 by 1 at 4am/6am/8am respectively.