Dear Fortnite: Stop Tearing My Family Apart (You Will Not Win) by Tanya Kuzmanovic
You must think you are clever, holding my kids hostage like this. Bringing them together briefly before worming your infestation into our home – entrancing them into zombified gamers.
I will admit, dear Fortnite, that you have been nothing short of impressive. Not many games possess a siren song able to seduce teens, tweens and little kids alike. And while at first your charms encouraged my brood to bond and work together, it didn't take long for the sibling camaraderie to evaporate. Alliances only go so far when each child is vying for complete computer domination.
This marked the beginning of your end. I saw your true colors and they were nothing more than a series of fast-moving, fast-talking pixels, a momentary fad passing through. And as a family, we have weathered far worse than you, and can easily ride out Fortnite fever – no sweat!
Unlike our dusty, well-loved board games, there won't be a cozy shelf to house you when your luster inevitably wears off. So, I suggest you embrace your moment to shine your sickly glow, because soon you will be relegated back into the anonymous cyberspace from where you came.