<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Proton on doismiu - dispatches from the infernal archive</title><link>https://doismiu.blog/tags/proton/</link><description>Recent content in Proton on doismiu - dispatches from the infernal archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2026 00:00:00 +0200</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://doismiu.blog/tags/proton/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Getting Crimson Desert to Run on Arch Linux</title><link>https://doismiu.blog/posts/getting-crimson-desert-to-run-on-arch-linux/</link><pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2026 00:00:00 +0200</pubDate><guid>https://doismiu.blog/posts/getting-crimson-desert-to-run-on-arch-linux/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I am a recent father. If you are one too, you already know what that means for gaming: it means nothing. There is no gaming. There is a baby, there is work, there is the crib, and there is a version of you from two years ago who had opinions about frame pacing.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But every once in a while there is a window. The baby is asleep by midnight, the house is quiet, and between 00:00 and 02:00 there are two hours that belong to nobody. Last night I decided, exceptionally, to spend them playing &lt;em&gt;Crimson Desert&lt;/em&gt;, which had just finished downloading its 117 GB onto my Steam library.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>