My teenage son got caught playing Torbjörn. Am I a miserable failure as a father and human being?

Last Tuesday, at about 9:30PM, I got a phone call from the local PD. My son was one of four teenage boys in a vehicle that was pulled over for suspiciously obeying all traffic laws. The police did a routine search of the vehicle, and while they did not find any drugs, alcohol, or weapons, they did find a paper grocery bag containing a forge hammer and over a dozen armor packs. My son admitted that it was all his. They made him stomp on the packs and fling them off into the woods, gave him a warning, and called me.

While I am grateful that they didn't cite him for peasantry in a school zone, which they easily could have, I have to admit that I feel like I am responsible for this in some way. As a father, one likes to imagine that his kids are somehow better than those other kids that you hear about messing with instant lock-ons and crap, but that is not always the case. There were warning signs with my son, and not only did I miss them, I dismissed them.

In all honesty, he has probably been playing Torbjörn since he was 12. I remember one time I took him his ritalin for the all-night LAN party he was participating in at his dirty friend's house over in the shantytown across the railroad tracks, and they were playing Bastion in competitive.

"But Dad! It's free wins! There's no other way to win!"

How could I say no? He would be ridiculed and that damage to his ego just was not worth it to me at the time. I let him stay.

Fast-forward a couple of years, and I catch him sneaking a bunch of scrap into the house. When I confronted him about it, he was ready with his excuses: "It's for support, I promise." "You really need them to keep your teammates alive." "Lots of people like supports” etc

I let it go.

But then other things started happening: his grades started falling, his vocabulary shrank, he started making chickens out of feathers and spamming "ez" in chat, he lost interest in girls and hygiene. He stopped programming, started reading Twilight, and I swear to God that I once heard Limp Bizkit coming from his room. One of his friends even told me that he told a joke from Two and a Half Men at school.

I ignored all of this, but I justified it at the time because I got all golden guns for my Support heroes looking glorious

One night, however, I caught him red-handed. I walked into his room and saw that he was playing Torbjörn, and something was off. He was holding left click on his turret, it was blindingly bad. I reprimanded him.

"Did I raise a moron? That’s a horrible hero, let me change it."

He just grumbled. I walked over to do it for him, and he attacked me. He hit me in the jaw, and then started pounding me in the face when I was on the ground. I managed to subdue him with some secret ninja moves I learned in my Shimada clan days and found, to my horror, that he was not even assisting his teammates; he was using Molten Core! I zip-tied him to his bed and ransacked his room looking for the other OP heroes. He laughed maniacally, and said I would never find them. I looked him dead in the eyes and said: "You have brought dishonor on our family. You will not move from this spot until you tell me where they are." He stared back and did not say a word. I punched him in his stupid face and ransacked the house looking for his turrets. I found them hours later in the toolshed, rigged up to a Rivet Gun and a car battery. I destroyed it right there, went up to my son's room brandishing the smashed piece of overpowered filth, and said, "Never again." I left him tied up there for three days to prove my point.

Six months passed without further incident. He straightened up, quit drinking Monster, all that shit. I thought I had done my job, but no. I just gave him more of an incentive to hide this disgusting behavior.

Then this happened, and the proof is incontrovertible: my son is a peasant. And now I am at this crossroads: is my son a peasant despite me, or because of me? Did I capture Anubis point B too early? Was that Barbarossa skin on his 6th birthday really for him, or for me? Am I to blame for all of this?

No. It's all his fault. Hail the Support hero master race, my son can die in a ditch.

EDIT: Idea from this post in r/hearthstone, which stol the idea from another post in r/PCMasterrace

EDIT 2: What's the use of edits if I'm gonna get 20 comments asking if it was inspired the other post anyway