My teenage son got caught playing Genji. 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 cybernetic helmet and over a dozen shurikens. My son admitted that it was all his. They made him stomp on the helmet and fling the shurikens off into the woods, gave him a warning, and called me.

While I am grateful that they didn't cite him for ninjutsu 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 chained Swift Strikes 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 mobile heroes 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 all playing Tracer in Custom Game.

"But Dad! It's unlimited teleports! There's no other way to zoom around like that!"

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 ninja manual into the house. When I confronted him about it, he was ready with his excuses: "It's for Samuro, I promise." "You really need it to capture mercenary camps." "Lots of people like orc samurai." Etc.

I let it go.

But then other things started happening: his grades started falling, his vocabulary shrank, he started screaming "Ryūjin no ken o kurae!" for no reason and calling people "aho," 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 60 of my non-mobile heroes Mastered and looking glorious in Legendary skins.

One night, however, I caught him red-handed. I walked into his room and saw that he was playing HotS, and something was off. He was jumping around and zipping all over the screen: it was blindingly confusing. I reprimanded him.

"Did I raise a moron? That’s no way to play a Raynor, just stand still and shoot."

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 cyber-ninja moves I learned from observing him and found, to my horror, that he was not even pushing a lane; he was roaming to get ganks! I zip-tied him to his bed and ransacked his room looking for his ninja stash. He laughed maniacally, and said I would never find it. 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 it is." He stared back and did not say a word. I punched him in his stupid face and ransacked the house looking for the Dragonblade. I found it hours later in the toolshed, rigged up to Zanshin Deflect and Lúcio's Sound Barrier. 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 Genji main. And now I am at this crossroads: is my son a Genji main despite me, or because of me? Did I push proper positioning on him too early? Was that Marshal Raynor 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 immobile hero master race, my son can die in a ditch.

EDIT: Oh wow, I frequented Reddit but never participated before. Initially, only created the account to let people know about my book, and when that failed spectacularly, decided to just post something I felt is very topical in view of recent shitstorm of Genji hate/defense on my favourite subreddit (since, you know, now I had an account and basically no excuse not to). Anyway, here we are. My shitpost was upvoted into oblivion, I've got gold from some handsome and/or beautiful stranger and so, so many laughs from the comments. Thank you. TL;DR: FeelsGoodMan