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Mike's life revolved around screens. His days blurred into nights as he battled virtual foes, his body a vessel for digital conquests. Friends became pixels, reality faded. Ignoring calls, consumed by pixels. His health declined, unnoticed. Fatigue, lack of appetite, distant eyes. Warning signs ignored, sanctuary unbroken. Days, weeks, months passed. Mike's obsession peaked, addiction devoured him. Then, midnight struck, heart gave out. Alone, in darkness, final breath taken. News shocked friends, lesson learned. Mike's legacy cautionary tale. Addiction's grip, life claimed. Friends mourn, vow to live. Cherish life, beyond screens.