Dead Winner
It’s midday, the curtains are closed and Jamie is in his bedroom, at his desk, console in hand, fixated on the computer screen in front of him, his pale face lit by its bright flickering colours. He’s skinny, twenty-two, unemployed and still living at home with his mum and most of that is down to the fact that he spends far too much time indoors gaming. There’s a tap on the bedroom door and in walks his mate Ben, who is similar in age and build, and shares with Jamie an obsessive interest in computer games. Ben however has a job in a local factory and lives in an apartment half a mile away. ‘Hi Jamie..’ Jamie hardly looks up. Still glued to the screen. ‘It’s stopped raining. You want to go down to the pub?’ ‘OK. Let me finish this game. I have to die first…’ ‘What do you mean? ‘I have to get killed ten times and then I move to the next level.’ Ben pulls up a chair. ‘So what are you playing?’ ‘It’s called Dead-Winner. Had it for a week and I’m like hooked. What y