You think over the things in your house you could do: Medieval Warfare, homework, and Medieval Warfare. It occurs to you that ever since you started playing there had been nothing else important to you. Medieval Warfare took priority over friends, education, family, and physical health. The last one could be taken care of so you grab your unused MP3 player and head for a cool, morning jog.
After getting home you decide to play some pool. Mostly because you’re exhausted from your first run in about a year. Your day continues like this; doing anything but Medieval Warfare.
When you finally crash, around 2:00, you feel great, for real. You feel like you’ve never done anything more productive ever, well, then again, you probably haven’t. Again, for the thousandth time, you go over the list of today’s accomplishments:
Mile run
Trumpet practice
Pool
Reading
Homework
Soccer
You decide that you just have to tell Robert about the great new soccer moves you learned today. But you forgot, he’s still obsessed with Medieval Warfare. Then it strikes you. All this past year, since last summer, you started playing Medieval Warfare, you got hooked, and now you’re obsessed. You sunk low and when you spread it to your class they got obsessed too and now you pulled them down with you. Now you entire team is sitting lower than low and you’ve done nothing about it. You now realize what you have to do, get your team off Medieval Warfare. You had to get the obsessed off Medieval Warfare.

When your family comes home you become an excessively helpful middle child: helping your mom with dinner, giving your dad a hand with the dishes, and even helping your younger brother with his homework. The rest of the night went perfectly. During dinner your mom asked how your day was and you told her all the productive things you did today. The rest of your family listens intently. You, the Medieval Warfare obsessed, had spent a whole day home along without playing. That night you sleep peacefully.

As you step off the bus the next day a tall, sandy-brown headed kid starts towards you.
“Hey, Alex, I heard about yesterday, are you all better now?” he asked you.
“Yeah, I’m fine now. Thanks Robert.” You reply. It was then, as if on cue, four other kids start towards you. You recognize them as:
· Sean Paras, Ballandchain42, commando of heavy weapons
· Lauren Barnson, CIA07, commando of intelligence
· Julie Neveeras, Eyeofnewt58, commando of withes
· Dan Lonas, Monkey888, commando of transportation.
This was your commando group that died under your command on Monday.
“So, what did you do yesterday?” Lauren asked you suspiciously.
“We all know you were faking,” Sean added.
“You betrayed us on Monday, we want to know what’s going on,” Julie said threateningly.
“Seriously Alex, that was not cool,” Dan said even more threateningly.
“Tell us, it’d better be good or we’re going to kick you out of the guild!” Robert finishes aguishly. You’re surrounded; your mind races and you finally land on an answer.
“Hey, Robert, I learned some great soccer moves while I was sick, want to see them? I brought a ball,” you exclaimed, completely and totally changing the subject.
“Alex, where the heck did that come from!?!” Sean was practically screaming.
“You didn’t play any Medieval Warfare!?!” Lauren was screaming.
“That world doesn’t matter!” Julie yelled.
“Exactly! It’s all Medieval Warfare, the real world!” Dan exulted.
“Wait, hold on, let’s let Alex show us his cool soccer moves first,” Robert said slyly.
“Okay, if you insist,” you answer, already uncomfortable. You take out your ball and quickly review the tricks you taught yourself over in your mind. Your first trick was doing a ball juggle. Your start is slow and nervous, but eventually you settle down and continue problem-free. Your skill starts attracting other kids in the lineup area. They start towards you. Soon half the grade is watching you juggle and more are continuing to pour in.