Readers, if you've ever read my work, you know this isn't my forte, but this is a problem in the world, and I hope you'll realize the seriousness. For a long time, Kyle was me in this story (except I didn't have a super awesome boyfriend). I am in no manner trying to slander World of Warcraft, or any game really, now, let's read on…

Kyle.

It's been a year since we admitted our love for one another, and for the first while, it was so good…it was golden…we were golden…we were perfect.

Where are you, Kyle?

It's English, but I don't give a flying fuck, I want to talk to my boyfriend.

I pull out my phone, and text Kyle, saying "hey man, where are you? You can't keep skipping, and I miss you…"

I look at my phone…before Kyle would've responded by now.

"Hey Stan, how's your nerd bitch?" Cartman jeers at me.

"Fuck off Cartman, he's not a nerd, he's just getting a bit too into this game." I say, though I can tell, were Cartman smarter, he could sense the pain in my voice.

"But, Stan…he hasn't been to school in days…" Kenny says from behind me.

Kyle's newfound love of this game seem to hit Kenny just as hard as I, though that's to be expected.

"Hey Ken, wanna toss the football around after school?" I say, trying to force some happiness.

Kenny looks at me, pain in his eyes.

Kyle…what have you done to us…

"Oh, so now you're gonna hit on Kenny? Gonna for me after you fuck him up, too, Stan?" Cartman jeers at me.

I can feel something inside on the verge of snapping. "Shut up, Cartman…" I say through barred teeth.

"What're you gonna do, get all emo and write poetry about what a douche I am?" Cartman grins smugly.

That's it. For Kyle…I'll do what Kyle can't…but wanted me to for so long.

I stand up to my full height and kick back Cartman's desk, he looks up at me in shock, mouth slightly agape. Though he quickly regains his composure; "oh, you wanna fight, you hippy fag?" He sneers.

"No, I don't want to fight you, Cartman, I'm just gonna kick your ass." I say with ice in my voice.

Kenny stands up slowly behind me; "Stan, he's not worth it." He says, trying to calm me down.

"He does nothing but make fun of Kyle, all he is…all he is, is an asshole who isn't worthy of even living!" I bark at Kenny.

The entire class is watching us squabble, some have their phones out, taking a video…I'll give you something to record.

"That's because Kyle is a worthless piece of shit, Ken. Don't you know that by now?" Cartman jumps in.

"Kyle is…" I say, looking back at Stan as my fist clenches.

"Kyle is…" I repeat myself.

Cartman looks at me curiously.

"WORTH MORE TO THE WORLD THAN YOU!" I roar furiously as I slam my fist into Cartman's pudgy face. I can feel his nose crunch under my fist, and he cries out in agony.

"I'm gonna tell the principle, your hippy faggy ass will get thrown out of South Park!" Cartman says behind his hand, pinching his nose to stop the copious amount of blood.

"You're not going anywhere, Cartman! You insulted Kyle for the last time!" I warn him menacingly.

I grab Cartman by the collar and force him to face me.

"For you, Kyle…" I mutter as I watch as Cartman's face pales below my steeled jaw.

I clench my fist once more and repeatedly slam it into the side of Cartman's broad face.

He cries out in pain repeatedly, his knees going weak and he collapses to the floor in a bloodied heap.

"Fuck you, Eric Cartman!" I scream hysterically, tears flowing freely for what I know will only fuck up Kyle's life and mine.

I knee Cartman in the neck, then as he rolls onto the ground, I heave a converse enclosed foot into his pudgy side, and into his kidney.

"Stan! STOP!" Kenny screams, pulling me back.

I look at him, then down to my hands…they're covered in the blood of someone who will only use this to his advantage…

Without saying anything, I leave the class, running to Kyle's house.

"I have to save him." I say to myself.

"I have to save him from himself." I say again.

"He's so depressed he doesn't know what's up, what's down, what really matters, and most importantly; what's love!" I shout as I shove some random kid in the hall out of my way as I brace to slam into the doors at a tackling speed.

About twenty minutes later…

I knock furiously on the Broflovski's door, before I hear Kyle's mom's irritated voice; "Yea yea I'm comin' you can stop knocking now!"

She opens the door, glaring at me slightly.

"Stan? What are you doing here? School's still on, isn't it? And have you been running? You look out of breath." She says, concerned.

"Mrs. Broflovski…" I say, panting, "Can I…" Another pant "talk to Kyle? It's…urgent!" I finish, looking at her.

She eyes me up and down, noting the blood on my hands and coat, then nods slowly; "alright…but just for a bit, he's sick. He's in his room." She says slowly, cautiously.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Mrs. Broflovski…" I say as I walk by.

As I walk up the stairs, I hear her sniff, and a barely audible "Thank you, Stanley…"

Once I get to Kyle's room, I burst open the door. He jumps out of his computer chair, then relaxes.

"Oh Jesus, Stan! I thought you were mom! I thought I was busted for sure." He says, smiling at me.

"Kyle…"I say, as I close the door.

I look at his computer…

I know what it is…

It's the monster that stole my boyfriend from me.

It's World of Warcraft.

"That game…it's made you into something…wrong…not you…" I say, looking deep into his eyes.

He scoffs, then turns back to the game; "What're you talking about? I'm the same Kyle as ever."

I look at him, eyeing him up and down, just as his mom did to me.

He hasn't showered.

He hasn't changed from when he woke up.

And he's hardly acknowledging me.

"That's not true! Look at yourself! You're skipping class to play a fucking game, Kyle!" I deadpan.

"I'm a nerd, Stan, nerds like games." He says nonchalantly, not paying that much attention.

I pace over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder; "Kyle…I love you…I love you more than anyone in this world…I don't want to lose you. So you have to realize it…" I say, as I place my other hand on his monitor.

I remove my hand from his shoulder as he looks up at me innocently, then at his monitor, then back at me, with a hint of danger in his eyes.

I silently pray in my head 'God, if you exist, give me the strength to save him…' as I pick up his monitor, and throw it across the room, the cables reluctantly breaking out in the back, before it reaches it's final destination: the wall.

His monitor is instantly destroyed on the wall, and Kyle kicks his chair back, standing up to his full heigh.

He looks at me furiously and shouts; "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR? That was an $800 LED monitor!"

I can feel my heart breaking…I'm losing him, but I can't cry, I need to be strong!

"So our relationship's worth less than $800? YOU CAN PUT A PRICE ON WHAT WE HAVE!" I furiously question him.

"What is your problem, Stan? You're a totally different person! It's just a game! It's not doing me any harm!" Kyle retorts equally furious.

"No it's not! It's changing you! You're Kyle Broflovski! You study hard and get great grades. You never skip classes and you always try to make time for you and me! Kyle Broflovski doesn't lie to his grieving parents so that he can play a fucking game in his room!" I challenge his nonsense with a passion.

"Get the fuck out of my house, Stan!" Kyle demands of me, trying to push me; sadly, the lack of sleep has left him weak as a kitten.

"NOT UNTIL YOU ADMIT YOU'RE ADDICTED TO THAT SHIT!" I point at where his monitor once was.

"I am not addicted! I'm just having fun for once! And NOT working so hard! IS THAT SO WRONG! DON'T YOU WANT ME TO BE HAPPY, STAN!" He questions me.

I can feel my voice failing me as I stutter; "Of course I do! And Kyle Broflovski doesn't need breaks, he's better than that. He's a fucking god to me, and damnit, I won't lose him for anything! Let alone a stupid game!" I scream at him.

Kyle seems to be at a loss for words, then just says quieter "Get out, Stan. I never want to see you again. Get out of my room. Get out of my life. Get out of my fucking universe."

I can feel my hear shatter at that one moment.

I've lost the love of my life…to a game.

To be continued?

Readers, please take this seriously, I gave four years of my life to a f*cking game, and all it did was rob me of a social conscience, friends, the chance to be with someone whom I care for so dearly…Online gaming is the way of the future for entertainment on the computer, but that's no excuse for addictive natures and abuse.

If your friends tell you your addicted, don't just brush them off like I did…they might have some truth to their words. Don't break your friends' hearts by giving yourself up to a game. Sure life is hard, but life wouldn't be so damned great if it wasn't so hard.

If you know someone who is addicted to a game, please, be smart. Don't accuse them of being addicted; they'll never listen to you that way. Be a friend, help them the smart way; be gentle, but be strong. You may just be the one to save them from themselves. It's rarely that people just suddenly acquire the propensity to become addicted to a game, so investigate, and earn their trust that you may've lost, through no fault of your own.

If you'd like me to continue this story, please say so in the comments. If there's an interest for it, I'll write two more chapters; two alternate endings.

Thanks for reading,

The Cold Canadian