It's a typical Tuesday evening. The house is calm, dinner plates are still in the sink, and the muffled sounds of online warfare seep from behind his closed door. Then, the volume crescendos—explosions, gunfire, and, inevitably, the guttural screams of a 14-year-old losing at a game he swears he’s the best at. "Bruh, oh my God," he shrieks, hammering his keyboard as if smashing 'W' and 'D' simultaneously will somehow resurrect his character. He YEETS his headset and pushes away from his disheveled landscape of snack wrappers, Dorito dust and water bottles just for the chaos to unfold. His eyes blaze with fury; his face contorts into a Picasso painting of adolescent angst. And then, in a grand finale worthy of an MMA fighter delivering the knockout blow, his foot rises, and the wall…well, the wall becomes a casualty of war..