I remember that first day I played the game called Fortnite. I had always owned an Xbox 360 or a ps3 before then, so I never had a chance to play. Well, that was until Scott came. You see, Scott was a soccer coach renting out this house, he was a kind caring and honest man, until one day he brought home a ps4 with only fifa, and Fortnite. I had never cared for fifa, so I wanted to try this game everyone was talking about! A new gen system, a new gen game, I was so excited! I hopped onto his ps4 (WITHOUT permission) and booted up the game. The vibrant colors washed over me, and the comforting cartoonish art style reminded me of those early Saturday morning rerun cartoons. The purple glow lit up the screen in a haze of bullets, it was like dangling keys in front of a baby. *Bam!* one down, the biggest dopamine rush I’ve ever had hit my brain like a tsunami, the sounds the colors, the feeling of outsmarting another player was a bigger hit than any form of sexual activity out there. I paced my breath, the hours flew by on the clock. I was late for school, I didn’t care, my parents didn’t even know where I was hiding, I was assumed MIA. My pants were wet with a waterfall of piss, and that warm moldable shit was the comfiest option I had. After a few months my supply of Mountain Dew and stale Cheeto puffs had vanished, all into the 320 pound void that was sitting in front of the TV, getting kill after kill. I’ve lived with Fortnite, and my death will be with Fortnite before I pass out from dehydration and lack of ventilation. Please, don’t end up like me, stay away… from Fortnite.