If I could give this five hundred stars, I would. This game alone saved my little brother, Martin’s life. My three year old brother Martin was diagnosed with cancer and was being hospitalized for it, and I was losing hope. My life was falling apart, I was being bullied for playing my favorite game, Got Eem. The popular Chads and Stacys at my school wouldn’t give me a chance. I hated life, but all that kept me alive was this game.
One day, as I visited my brother who was said to die in ten seconds, Martin asked me, “Your life is harder than mine, yet you are still alive and pushing through. What is the secret?” I smiled a weak grin and held his hand as he began to decline. In his hand I put my phone with the Got Eem game on it. The fire opening song was playing, and the beloved WelvenDaGreat icon was on the screen in all his nutty glory. “This game is my lifeline. My rock. The only thing keeping me from dying.” I said to my brother with cancer.
Martin took the game and tapped it, a subtle tap, but his beepy heartbeat machine went beeping. His heartbeat was rushing while he played this god forsaken game. I watched in amaze and absolute wonder as my brother was being pulled from Satan’s claws by WelvenDaGreat’s beautiful nuts. I sprinted down the hallway of the hospital just as Welven would in his game, and I realized the game had given me a superhuman gift. I jumped over a nurse and sped into the doctor’s office. I told him Martin was cured. When the doctor saw Martin fully capable, laughing for the first time in his hospital bed, he called me a hero. But I humbly told him it was WelvenDaGreat who was the hero this world needed.
As for my brother Martin, he grew up to be Martin Luther King Jr. If you could take anything away from this harrowing tale, it is that Got Eem cured cancer, it cured depression, and it put an end to racism by saving my brother.