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Dead by Daylight isn't just any game; it's an escape, a challenge, and a test of courage. In this asymmetrical multiplayer horror game, I find myself either as but a humble survivor, doing my best to survive each trial. Though sometimes I think to myself: "Is this worth it?"
My wife left me, you see? She took the kids, my money, my house. All because of this "addiction".

Its not an addiction, I just have a hobby, you know? She should be supportive of my interests. Sure I quit my job as a brain surgeon and we fell into poverty so I could pursue this game further, but I need to follow my dreams! I spend 12-16 hours PER DAY improving my Dead by Daylight skills, yet she appreciates NONE of it...

She will regret leaving me. When I'm best dbder ever then she will see. THEY WILL ALL SEE!!!

It all started on the 19th of July. The day I installed RISK: Global Domination; the day I sold my soul to immorality.

At first, I thought it would be a simple, fun game I could play with friends, but I couldn't have been more wrong. It was enticing, in fact, I won the first 4 games I played against my friends. It was the 5th game where everything went downhill. The first hour into the game went smoothly, I was in control of America and Australia, Sneaky Nut controlled South America, Limeboat had Africa, and Deceased and Milo were fighting for Europe and Asia. I easily eliminated Sneaky Nut and Milo, then I decided to turn inwards. I built up Eastern America to 300 troops, meanwhile everyone else had measly 20 troop tiles. I thought I had won, but I was so far from the truth. On the 4th hour, I was beginning to wear thin. My kneecaps were broken and tired, my arms no longer able to hold the weight of my mouse. In one final attempt to end the game, I decided to take on Deceased. I won, but barely. That left my final obstacle, Limeboat. He was weak, I could take him out easily, or so I thought. You see, the host of the game had set the turns to be extremely short. This led to Limeboat moving his troops across as many tiles as he could reach before his turn ended, then I would be left trying to wipe out all his tiles in my next turn. By the 6th hour, I was ready to give up. My body was broken, and tears; streaming down my face. Not by sadness, grief, nor any other emotion. Feelings had long since vanished from my mortal body. The tears were from staring at the computer screen for so long. Just as all was fading to black, Limeboat gave in. As I took his last tile, I felt my life flash before my eyes. My father, teaching me how to ride a bike. My mother, coming to my aid as I trip on the asphalt ground. Family pets, school projects, playing games with friends. Then I'm back in the present moment.

If RISK: Global Domination taught me anything, it's that you don't need to dominate the world to obtain happiness. Happiness is already inside you. Though I may say I hate RISK with every fibre of my being, I respect it for what it has taught me. I recommend this game, in the hopes that more lost, broken souls may find their way in this harsh world, as I have. Thank you for reading.

Every day was the same. I would wake up, having my morning coffee, go to work, return from work, eat, sleep, repeat. Over and over. I had no purpose, no reason to wake up, no reason to keep going. At one point I tried to give myself purpose. I met a girl, she was my lantern in an otherwise dark, cold existence. We spent every waking moment on call, I'd call in sick to work just to spend more time with her.
Then she ghosted me.
I still messaged her, every now and then, just to check if she's there, but then she blocked me. On everything. Instagram, snapchat, discord, steam; all blocked.
I returned to my desolate world of solitude and suffering, purposeless once more.

Until now.
You see, whilst on the train, returning from a long day at work, a man approached me. He had a peculiar look to him. A torn blanket draped over his slouched back, speckled with stains. Fingernails, yellow from lack of care, and spectacles with one lens cracked. I took a step away from him, but he grabbed my hand and looked me in the eye with such intensity I couldn't pull away.
"Apex Legends. Try it free in the steam store." He murmured to me.
Then he was gone.
When I got home, I figured I would try it out. Why not? I was only going to eat, check if I had been unblocked by the girl I was seeing, then sleep.
As I hit the open button, I could feel the weight of the moment weighing heavily on me.
It only took one match- No. It only took the tutorial, for me to be hooked. Hours I spent, playing this game. Non-stop, skipping meals, skipping sleep, skipping work. Eventually, I quit my job. Some days, I would even forget to check if I had been unblocked.

Apex Legends is all that's important.
Apex Legends is all that matters.
Apex Legends is my purpose.

Very good game high quality and its even better than squid game (which is based off this). I love crabs

Life changing.

From the moment I was born, I knew something was missing from my life. I just didn't know what. My siblings would tease me, my classmates would laugh, even my own mother could not look me in the eyes, but when I asked why, they would only shake their heads and walk away. My best and only friend approached me one day on a chilly winter evening and asked, "Hey, what do you think of my new socks?". I looked at his socks, green and pink with hints of yellow. On the ankle stood three poorly stitched monkeys. "They look brilliant," I lied, "where did you get them from?" Quickly, my friend turned his head away, avoiding my gaze, "Oh... you know, just found them at the back of my sock drawer." He blinked quickly, shaking his head, before walking away without a glance back. As I ponder this, I notice he left something behind. A note. It reads: "Bloons TD 6, currently on sale in the steam store." Curious, I investigate further. The game's premise is simple, you purchase monkeys and they must stop the balloons from reaching the end of the path. I swiftly pulled out my pocket money for this month. I was in luck, just enough to purchase the game. As it installed on my pc, the world around me shifted, like a puzzle being completed to reveal the final image. Everything became clearer, brighter, more saturated. My siblings approach me with a cunning look, but when they see Bloons TD 6 installing on my computer, they stop in astonishment. One dashes away, calling for my mother. Another calls the school. The last sibling, tears in her eyes, embraces me. My mother stumbles into the room, looking at me for the first time in my life, and smiles speechlessly. Bloons TD 6 finishes installing and I log in for the first time. Endless fields of green stretch out before me and I begin a game, knowing that this would be start of my new life.

Poggers game I like the rats rats r so cool rat rat rat rat all hail rat lord transforats is so epic i like when i get the cheese the chat is sometimes racist and transphobic and sexist and homophobic and xenophobic but if u ignore that then the game is poggers and the rats r poggers and the cheese is poggers but im not sure why they added vomit that kills u like i know vomit is gross but if i fell in a pool of vomit i wouldnt die actually maybe i would depends on whos vomit it is like if its caillous vomit then thats alright i wouldnt die in that but if its justin beibers vomit then yea i would die ay chemicals amirite ha ha that was a joke ur supposed to laugh wtf i hate this game.