When your gaming name slowly becomes your real name and your life starts to crumble around you, leaving you jobless, yet addicted. You stare at your screen downing cans of cola, as your girlfriend watches over. This isn’t how it was meant to be. It’s too late now to change. Your girlfriend leaves you. You don’t care. You must play video games. You can’t stop. You can’t pay your bills. You are forced out of your apartment, left on the streets, spending whatever change you have on the arcade. You feel withdrawal. You need gaming, the only reason your life fell apart. Without the only thing keeping you happy there, you find a tall office building. You walk in. Get in the lift. This is it. Your crippling withdrawal induced depression will finally be gone. On the top floor you find an open window. Without warning, you run and leap out. You hear screams as you fall. They’re not yours. For the final 5 or so seconds of your life you’re happy. And that’s all that matters.