'Wait, Sylvie's Dad Plays?!' The Joy of Fortnite Parenting

The game's lethal storm circle is tightening around the combat zone, a sleepy beach town with a bubblegum-pink ice cream parlor, and the handful of remaining squads are duking it out for survival. My three teammates, who are all children, are taking intense fire. One squares off with an especially ruthless competitor and is promptly dispatched. "Watch out, that kid is sweaty," he warns. Another falls to a grenade burst with a cry of "I'm knocked!"