The Day the X-Box Died

The Day the X-Box Died

I was hanging out with Taylor Caldwell and we were gaming hard. Sweat was dripping down our foreheads and our hands were slipping off the controllers. We were on level 20 with so many headshots on our record. I had 800 kills and Taylor had 900! We opened the next room and there were so many zombies we couldn’t believe it.

I said to Taylor, “If I don’t make it out alive, you can have all my money in my piggy bank.”

We entered the room with the ray gun and machine gun in hand. I spit the last sunflower seed onto the ground and fired the ray gun at every zombie I could see. In just one minute all our hopes would end and at the rate we were going, we would survive the level, beating our previous record. Before we knew it, our dreams shortly ended and everything felt fuzzy from there. The X-Box stopped and shut off. We looked at each other in horror, and then at the X-Box. Three Red Rings appeared on the console and our hearts stopped. It was overheated.

We dropped the controllers and screamed at the top of our lungs. I ran over to the X-Box to try and get it to turn back on. The red rings kept appearing. All hope was lost. Taylor got up still screaming and ran as fast as she could. She forgot the step was there, tripped and fell flat onto the ground, she face-planted into my cat. He hissed and ran away. Taylor lifted her face and blew out a fluff ball. She looked at me and we walked over to the couches to take a seat. This day was life-changing. Not only had our fun been put to an end, but we were left hopelessly wondering if we were going to beat our record. To this day the X-Box remains still unfixed. Until our X-Box foundation raises enough money and awareness, we’ll be left waiting, wondering what could have been.