Dialogue

Love is a drug

We live in strange times. If you had told me 20 years ago that the people of today could get paid to play videogames I would have probably requested a restraining order. Yet here we are. The Fortnite World Cup has come and gone. Teenagers have won unholy amounts of cash. And that timetravelling weirdo suddenly starts to seem very reasonable.

The story has, of course, offered a fantastic springboard for the mainstream media to demonise videogames. On the day of the big event I switched on the TV to find a newslady frothing at the mouth over supposedly horrifically violent scenes from . (As opposed to the sorts of life-affirming scenes we see on the news every day.) Let’s just say that I’m glad she has never seen gameplay from the latest . If so I imagine she would have had a full-on apocalyptic meltdown. Meanwhile the newspapers, in a shock turn of events, linked videogames to actual realworld violence.