I was a gaming addict for 18 years. It all started in the womb, when my pregnant mother first played Pokémon Red on her Nintendo game boy color. This filth was passed on to me in utero and I was born an addict, with severe congenital fetal gaming syndrome. It absolutely ruined my life. Throughout my entire childhood I only wanted to play games and beat up minorities. I had no irl friends, everybody hated me. No girl ever paid attention to me, repulsed by the sickening gamer aura I exuded. I had only the virtual embrace of my video game waifus and rule 34s. The stench of Doritos and Mountain Dew followed me everywhere. My parents blamed me for my gaming addiction, not realizing it all stemmed from them. I was an outcast, a pariah, a blight upon the Earth. It wasn’t until I turned 18 that I realized the horrifying impact being a gamer had on my health, so I decided to quit cold turkey. Those few months of abstaining from games was the most painful and excruciating period of my life, whenever I caught a glimpse of Princess Peach I salivated and had extreme convulsions, but through sheer perseverance and dedication I overcame my debilitating gaming addiction. These days I’m an avid anti-gaming activist, and I regularly share my story to vulnerable young children at risk of developing a gaming addiction. I hope my message is heard throughout the world and nobody ever goes through what I went through.