Game Over

You invite your family to examine your masterpiece. Your grandmother, who has never played a video game before, tells you that the controller looks like the pilot panel of an alien spaceship. She has no idea how joysticks and buttons work and cannot figure out how to do anything in your game. She becomes so frustrated that she throws the controller across the room, hitting your grandfather in the head, and killing him instantly. During his funeral, you watch with your soul writhing in pain as your dear Xbox is placed in front of your grandfather's coffin and torn into pieces by the bloody blades of the chainsaw. Your parents send you away to a youth detention center where the unimaginable abuse you undergo makes you so traumatized that you never touch a video game again for the rest of your life.