Play it on: The sofa
Current goal: Somehow stop playing
I didn’t mean to. My son nagged us to let him play it for literally years, but we always said no because of the guns. Then at nearly 10, and all his classmates playing, we relented. We are weak. Then he started asking me to play, too.
I love playing games with my son. I don’t necessarily love the games he wants me to play. There’s only so much Minecraft Bed Wars one 40-something can take, and that figure is below infinity. And you know, Fortnite, it’s that trashy game that’s for kids, blah blah, etc and so on. And then I started playing.
Oh god, guys, this is big gaming news, but Fortnite is really good! It’s a top-notch multiplayer shooter that’s embellished with a battle pass and an abundance of quests that contain entire scripted storylines, secret quests, and a Duos mode that lets you play in pairs with your kid. Yes, YES, you already knew all this, but I’m so fucking hooked now. I’m level 91 in the current season, and so close to unlocking the final page of the main battle pass, and apparently I now care about achieving that. I’m thrilled that Luis filed that guide linked above about the secret quest, because I’d run out of Story and Weekly ones, so much am I mainlining a game everyone else was over about five years ago. I blame my son. It’s his fault.—John Walker
