I’ve died twenty-six times today, every end the same as the last. I find myself walking across a lush bed of grass one minute, and tumbling over a cliff into an endless void the next. The wind pounds against me as I fall and then comes the sudden sharp pain, tearing out my heart. Yet another life is ripped away; another chance for glory gone. The cycle repeats. I know now that victory is beyond all hope. I must endure this agony for a few hours more; 9 o’clock is bedtime for my four-year-old tormentor at the video game controls.