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12 March 2019
It was summertime. The morning sun was intruding through the shutters covering the
window, disrupting my sleep, so woke slowly, aching to lay in bed for as long as I could,
wanting to feel the warmth and comfort of my blankets and pillows. But alas, it couldn’t last
with my sister knocking on my door, alerting me that breakfast was going to be ready soon. I
groaned and rolled out of bed, groggy from a long slumber, vacating my room to go into the
kitchen for breakfast. My mom, dad, and sister were already gathered around the table for a
delicious breakfast my mother had prepared. I ate and conversated with my family a while.
I found my way downstairs. I could feel an instant change in temperature. The cool air
was refreshing. Eager to have some fun, I went over to my Xbox and turned it on. The white
light burst to life as it began to hum quietly. I then grabbed my television remote, pushed the
power button, and my TV clicked on with a flash of the screen. The screen displayed the Xbox
home page. The tiles reflected the recent games I had been playing like FIFA and Call of Duty.
However, there was one game that I was especially looking forward to diving into. Finding and
turning on my purple controller, my favorite color, I clicked that particular tile and it made a low
humming, whoosh-like noise. The game’s loading screen pulled up. An array of male and
female characters, each of them unique in some way or another, stood in a row. I gazed as the
loading bar that stretched across the screen was filling up painfully slowly, dragging along as if it
was taunting me and my frustrated impatience. I sat in my chair uncomfortable, bouncing my
leg up and down rapidly, dying with anticipation. There was no desire in me to wait; I just
wanted to play. As soon as I became irritated, the game finished loading and there was relief. I
heard the familiar music chiming on, indicating that I could soon play. Fortnite was finally ready
for me.
“Press A to Start” faded in and out of golden yellow font in front of a crisp blue
background. Excitedly, I pushed the shiny black and green “A” button on my controller several
times out of anxiety. But yet again more waiting. A spinning outline of a circle came up; this
time loading up the game. Although I was frustrated at that spinning sign of waiting, I remained
excited, my fingers clicking buttons on the controller in hopes that it would make it speed up. Of
course it didn’t, but to me it made the unbearable wait somewhat tolerable. Eventually, it loaded.
I did not hesitate to ready up and jump into a game. I clicked the “Y” button to start, and again
another loading screen. This one seemed the most tolerable and the least at the same time
because I was so close to being able to do what I wanted to do. My impatience was getting to
me, but before my eyes the game loaded and I was in a lobby filled with 99 people—all of whom
had to fall in order for me to find what I was after. I wanted to win, and the only way to do that
Just seconds after joining the lobby, the match started. In the battle bus, I decided on a
location to go. I felt like some action, so I went to a highly popular place called Tilted Towers. I
commanded my character to jump from the battle bus and fly into the would-be war zone. Many
others floated around me, so I was weary and chose to land at a tall building I thought would be
safe. I have never been so wrong. There was no weapon anywhere on top of the building, so I
ventured to the floors below, hearing footsteps in every direction. It sounded like a stampede of
elephants was raging through the building. I opened a door to a room to find a gun, but instead
there was an enemy; they were poised to kill me. Frantically, I spun around to go back the way I
came. The effort was futile. The enemy player blasted a shotgun shot into my back. I had died.
I hit the “B” button to return to the lobby in order to go into another game. As the next game
loaded, I could feel my anger bubbling inside me like a grumbling volcano. The death made me
want to throw my controller, but I knew that would be silly. After all, it was only a game, and I
was going to get another chance in the next game. There was no need to get emotional in that
way.
The second time around, I played my cards differently. I landed somewhere mildly
isolated, Greasy Grove. A few other players had the same idea as me. But this time, I landed at
a house loaded with loot. I got protective shields, an assault rifle, a shotgun, and the gem of my
inventory; a drum gun (it was basically a tommy gun, the gun gangsters used back in the 20s).
Once I had my kit, I left my house. I sought out an enemy, the only other survivor of the carnage
that had happened while I was busy collecting my arsenal. I ran straight for them, firing my
weapons, stripping their health away until their soul was lost and they were dead. My adrenaline
pumped after the fight, so I traveled around the map, defeating a few more enemies until it was
me versus one other. This was the true test of my journey. Should I win, I would feel a euphoria
in the presence of my accomplishment. Should I lose, I would feel cheated to have been bested
by my opponent. The two of us engaged on the battlefield. We took turns firing volleys of
bullets back and forth, both of us taking damage. I decided I was done with us showering each
other from afar, so I pushed up to confront my opponent head on. I lasered bullets from my
drum gun. The bullets tore through his shield. I knew the player was weak, so I chased my
adversary as they ran away in a panic. But those efforts to run were futile, much like mine in the
previous match. I shot my shotgun, clearing the last obstacle from the game. It was over. I had
won. Joy flooded me as I cheered. I was ecstatic, yet calm. All my worries and stress were
gone in that moment and only triumph remained. It seemed like video games had brought me
peace, and happiness, denying any negativity. My day after that was bliss, and it was all thanks
I sat back in my chair and thought to myself a moment. My feelings almost go the better
of me. Anger was filling inside me the game before my victory, enough to think of doing
something crazy, but I didn’t let it take me over because it was only a video game; a make
believe world of pixels and coding. The point of getting angry over it was absent. Video games
were meant purely for the fun of the user, not to induce negative emotion. It is best to ignore
those feelings and embrace every ounce of the positive ones like joy, courage, and confidence to
name a few. Throughout my years of gaming, I have learned something valuable from this
experience. It taught me that no matter how enraged I get, there is no way video games could
make me any bit violent since the world is figurative, and any pained pathos are mirages created
by my exploratory imagination. Gaming is a way to escape, to forget all that is wrong in the
world; it is a light that shines in a dark cave, giving that cavity a fugacious light that I long to