For about 5 months, the winter after I graduated high school, I more or less lived at my friends parents house. I worked for my mom on Tuesdays, helping her open up shop for the week. My friend had ski patrol on Tuesdays as well. Every other day we stayed up until morning playing a variety of video games. His family; mom, dad, and two younger brothers, would get up around 7 or 8 to go to work and school. Around that time we would go upstairs and start cooking ridiculous breakfasts for them. We would scramble eggs with cheese and salsa, fry bacon and ham steaks, cook ramen noodles, and steam various veggies like broccoli and carrots. We would then take 14" tortilla wraps and make these epic breakfast wraps for everyone. They were delicious, if not terribly salty. We would then go back downstairs to play more Pokémon or COD: 4 or even the Sims. Finally we would fall asleep around 10, then wake up when his brothers got home from school and do it all again. Around 1 or 2 AM we would start hitting the wall, so to speak, so we would drive to the next town 15 minutes downhill from us to go to 7-11 to grab energy drinks and terrible, terrible junk food.
I got pretty good at Call of Duty that winter. We prestige leveled a couple of times, but we had every gun, attachment, and skin unlocked. It wasn't uncommon for me to have a 10:1 K
ratio. Sadly COD started getting easier and easier from that point on, so the terrible noobs started getting more and more kills. I blame the noob toob.