I never saw it coming. I had heard it from my girlfriends but I never believed them. I used to laugh at the tweets and say, "oh man, that must suck." Until it happened to me: my boyfriend became addicted to Fortnite.

What started out as a seemingly innocent video game turned into a late night fiasco. As the sun poked its rays over the sleepy horizon, my boyfriend's roommates would remain on their couches, tapping away on their controllers.

I warned my boyfriend. I told him the game looked fun but I had heard of people becoming addicted. He would say, "babe, it's just a video game."

Thursday night was the night it all came crashing down. It was 1:21 A.M. and my boyfriend sat on the couch, talking into his headset, asking the other players where they were "dropping in." He wanted to play until he placed first, earning him the "Victory Royale" banner that so many people post on their Snapchat stories.

It's crazy to think that this game about a post-apocalyptic world and health-crushing storms has almost every man addicted. I once heard a 6-year old boy talking about some ammo he had just picked up while playing with my boyfriend's 24-year old roommate. That's ridiculous.

I took a shot at the game, trying to see what all the hype was about. It's very cartoonish and not gory, making it easy on the eye. You carry a pick-ax and can chop down anything from log cabins, boulders, and abandoned cars. Finding locked treasure chests can mean gaining guns, health-replenishing drinks, and even shield potions.

I chose to play the Battle Royale mode (with a squad) which meant that I played on a team of four random players, against 100 other people. Once you lose your health or you're shot dead, the game is over. No respawns, no second chances.

I died within my first five minutes of playing.

After watching countless matches played by my boyfriend and his friends, I learned that you can build walls, stairs, rooftops, and more to create a "fort" or a barricade to keep yourself safe from other players.

The objective is to be the last man standing on the map, battling it out against 100 other players and a killer storm, which continuously grows and shrinks the "safety circle" that players need to be in to keep safe from the storm.

After about 20 minutes of trying to stay alive, you can get shot and killed by someone hiding in a bush or get caught in the storm, and all of your hard work is for nothing because your team only ranked 9th place.

Sure, it can be fun to play a couple of games, but when you realize you've spent more time playing than you have eating, sleeping, or showering, it's time to stop.

So I say enough is enough. No more dropping in at Tilted Towers or checking out Loot Lake, and please, no more of those ridiculous dance moves.

The next time my boyfriend and his friends are dropping into Snobby Shores, I hope that they run out of ammo just as they get ambushed. #sorrynotsorry.

Just stop playing Fortnite and we'll stop complaining.