Chris was an avid gamer. He could disappear into the virtual world for hours, forgetting about food, sleep and reality. You knew about it, but you were sympathetic to his passion. After all, you had your own passions, and you didn't want to limit him. But one day something changed. You were sitting in the living room, you were reading a book, and Chris was immersed in the game. Suddenly there was a crash. You flinched, glancing at Chris. He was sitting in front of the computer, his fists clenched on the table, and his face was red with anger.

"Don't you have any brains?! Stupid!" he shouted, and you realized with horror that he was not talking about the heroes of the game, but about you.