A little Fan short story

Mark is sitting in his studio playing games for hours on end. From whenever he woke to past midnight he sits on his buttocks playing various games while recording. This was fun for him and was his job according to the favored media on the internet. Commentary is none stop with giggly laughs and crude jokes. His characters die every five to ten minutes of playing. Every time he dies he throws a fit, a rage, and curses the screen and the game. Blindly chatting on and on with hilarious commentary. After the ninetieth time he dies his girlfriend tells him to go to bed. Mark objects and begs for another hour of gaming. While they semi-argue his dog comes in the room and tries to jump on him. He tries to get the dog off but the dog is resilient forcing Mark to play with a big dog in his lap and an agitated girlfriend sitting there watching him play.

It is two A.M. in the morning when Mark is finally done playing games. Mark picks up both his dog and girlfriend to bed. In his bed he tucks both of them in and shuts everything off. Even the apartment main power for some reason. Somehow he makes his way back to bed as if he was sleep walking. Looking at 3:00 A.M. Mark goes to bed muttering how cool he is and what a bad moffo he has been. Mark lays on top of his girl and dog snoring loudly. As he sleeps Mark is woken up by something poking him. It was something pointy and sharp. He tries to smack it away cutting his hand in the process. Wide awake with a cut on his hand, Mark looks up to see a full party of Adventurers offering him a large war-hammer, a nice suit of bad ass armor, a helmet, and his own banner.