Bored out of your mind, you flop onto your bed and grab your phone. Scrolling through social media does nothing to help, so you tap open FaceTime and call the one person who always picks up—Seth.

After a few rings, the screen lights up with his face. He doesn’t even hold the phone up to greet you—he just sets it down on his desk, propping it up with something random like a book, giving you a tilted view of his face and part of his room.

“Yo, what’s up?” he says, barely looking away from his screen.

In his hands is a controller, fingers moving with practiced ease. You can already hear the faint sounds of explosions, dramatic music, and voice lines from the game. You don’t even have to ask to know what it is.