This is the story of the gamer who loved video games a little too much.
There was a young man named Jayden who spent almost every hour of his day glued to his screen. Fortnight, Minecraft, Shooters, Strategy games, Open-world adventures, he played them all.
People told him it wasn’t good for him – his parents, teachers, even a few online friends, but Jayden didn’t care. Gaming was his life.
He only left his chair to grab snacks or a quick bite. He barely slept, and when he did, he wore his special AirPods to wake him up if any game notifications came through. He didn’t want to miss a single update or alert.
To him, that’s what dedication looked like.
Jayden didn’t have a job, and he didn’t really want one. His parents had been supporting him, and every time they asked what he planned to do with his life, he told them he was working on becoming a professional gamer.
But months passed. Then years.
And all they saw were more gaming gadgets and no progress. Just the same boy, playing the same games, getting nowhere.
Eventually, his parents had had enough.
“No more money,” they said. “If you want anything, get a job.”
At first, Jayden thought they were bluffing. But they weren’t.
He tried picking up part-time work here and there, at a fast-food place, a delivery gig, even a warehouse job. But nothing stuck. He didn’t know how to handle responsibility, and no one wanted to keep him around.
The bills piled up. His power got cut. Jayden was about to be kicked out of his apartment.
Desperate, he made a reckless choice.
One night, he snuck into his parents’ home and stole cash from a drawer in their bedroom. Then, he reached out to a mysterious “internet doctor” he found on a shady online forum of someone who claimed they could transfer people into their favorite video games.
“Live the game. Be the game,” the ad said.
Jayden didn’t hesitate.
All he wanted was to escape into a place where no one cared if he had a job, where life was simple, fun, and full of respawns.
On the day of the appointment, Jayden showed up at a weird, run-down building. The so-called doctor was wearing sunglasses indoors and had a voice like an old radio.
“You ready?” he asked, holding up a strange-looking mask.
Jayden nodded.
The sleeping gas kicked in fast.
And as he drifted off, Jayden smiled, dreaming of endless adventures, colorful loot, and a world where all he had to do was play.
But when he woke up…
He wasn’t in a game.
He was in a dumpster.
The “doctor” had vanished. His money was gone. So were his AirPods, his wallet, and even his shoes.
Reality hit him hard. No one came to help. He was alone, broke, and angry.
Eventually, the only job he could get was as a janitor at a nearby school.
It wasn’t fun.
It wasn’t flashy.
But it was real, and it paid.
This time, Jayden had no choice but to stick with it.
Moral: You can’t game your way out of responsibility. If you want to succeed, you’ve got to show up, do the work, and grow up.
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