About a year later, I was playing so much DotA that my parents didn't know what to do with me. Eventually, they began fighting, which resulted in their divorce; I stayed with my mother, along with my 4 year old little sister. Soon enough, I was left with the choice to either gank scorp or help a mother in need, with very little income and not enough time to care for a young child.
The stress gave her all sorts of sickness, until one day, she couldn't take it anymore. She came to my room one night and told me something that I didn't hear because I was too busy denying towr. But it sounded important. The next morning, she'd left a note taped to my monitor- I sleep on my computer chair -which said that she was sorry. At first I didn't understand, until I saw her lying on the kitchen floor, with my little sister crying her eyes out, poking at her limp body and hoping for a miracle. My mother had killed herself.
Ever since then, I haven't had a home. I carry my sister in my backpack all day while I roam the streets in search for food. My only possession is my laptop. I walk around and leech wireless connections off unsuspecting suburban households, so I can join azeroth and pwn some noobs. My father still hasn't tried to contact me.
And to say all of this was because of Warcraft III. :<