Is this African Fortnite? I asked myself this question as I paced back and forth in the dimly lit room. I stared at my window and let out a large puff of smoke from my tobacco pipe. Insanity slowly took over my mind the more I tried to answer this question. I sighed. I had a dream once. I felt a storm coming; however, it was bigger than I ever imagined. Hundreds of Nigerian children dropped down to the battlefield. Not by blimps or planes, but by wooden ships. Their arms and legs shackled as they walked down that wooden ramp. Bound by their masters, they were forced into a last-man-standing war game. They built mud huts as their only protection against enemy fire from their own kin. It was cruel and brutal. The dream never stopped. The same words kept repeating in my head: African Fortnite. African. Fort. Nite. AFRICAN FORTNITE. I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed the gun and held it up to my head. I may not be around anymore, but I leave this review in hopes to bring enlightenment to others.
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