It was one of the greatest Christmas presents she’ll hardly ever play with — mainly because my wife and I found a Monopoly video game and always play it

Yep, there’s another one filed in the Geezer Dept.

Before you accuse us of being bad parents for hogging her gaming system, our daughter, Emma, has many other mediums to keep her entertained like YouTube, TikTok, cable TV, a computer hooked up to all the wonders and horrors of the Internet, a phone where she can video chat with her friends and play hundreds of games, the family dog, a log on top of a cardboard box in the yard and a book of matches from my parents’ cousin’s wedding in 1986.

One day, a friend of mine recommended that I connect the Nintendo Switch online to access classic Nintendo video games — you know, the ones where you had to blow in the cartridge to make it work.

And yet another one filed in the Old Fart Dept.

So, I brought the system online and then Emmas threw her book of lit matches across the room and ran to the TV where she saw the game “Fortnite” and begged for me to download it and play it with her.

At first I refused because I thought “Fortnite” was another one of those dumb animal-crossing games, but at night … and in a fort.

Then she said it’s a game where 100 players are parachuted to an island full of weapons, and they get to kill each other with the one remaining player named the winner, and it’s free.

I then told her she had me at “they get to kill each other” as well as “free.”

The idea of such a game woke up some excitement in my otherwise bleak existence as I have enjoyed such survival/kill movies as “Battle Royal,” “The Hunger Games” and “Saturday Night Fever” and wanted to see how I would do in such a situation.

When my turn to play came up, my character landed in a spot where I collected guns, ammo, explosives, shields and first-aid kits; not only was I killed within 12 seconds by a player as a banana in a suit, but I also came in 99th place.

Yeah, some of it was first-time jitters and once you see a banana charging at you with an automatic shotgun, your fingers get flustered and, for some reason, I was having my character build a wooden staircase in the middle of a shootout.

Of course, Emma laughed at me, and I told her to have some respect because, back in the day, I used to play “Sonic The Hedgehog,” and he’s now a movie star.

At that point, I stopped filing stories in departments and just put dimes in a “Daddy’s Old” jar like I was swearing.

However, I really started to improve to the level of somewhat awful as it took me time to figure out a thing or two.

One big thing was realizing I was actually part of a team and sometimes I was placed on a team where my three teammates knew each other and communicated with each other through headsets, so I heard everything they were saying. I didn’t have a headset synced up with the video game and couldn’t communicate with them, so I was basically the mute diversity hire of the team.

Then I found myself on a team with three 14-year-old girls.

The trio had no issues giving me criticisms — first and foremost that I landed too soon and I was likely going to die soon … in the game as well as in real life.

Seeing that these girls were chatterboxes and knowing I didn’t have much time to live, I decided to just make fun of the girls with my wife and Emma watching because how funny is it to think of these characters in violent life-or-death scenarios and hearing these girl’s voices saying stuff like, “Ohmahgawd, Lacey, you, like, totally got the assault rifle!”

I did have a concern that the girls might start dropping bad-word bombs — in the game as well as in real life — and my first thought was if I hear anything badder than an “O gosh darn!” with Emma in the room, I’m going to turn this computer-game thing right off. That’ll show them.

The “Dad’s Old” jar was about up to $28 at that point.

Anyway, I lived long enough to find a sniper rifle and from what I know about warfare from such books like Sun Tzu’s “The Art of War,” Gen. George Patton’s “War As I Knew It” and Tim Allen’s “Don’t Stand Too Close to a Naked Man,” I had to go to the high ground and eliminate the enemy one by one.

Of course, all my planning went out the window when I reached a roof and just started shooting at anything that moved, especially characters with numbers attached to them.

That’s when I heard the voice coming from the TV.

“Ohmahgaaaaawd, Lacey! Somebody is, like, totally trying to snipe me!”

I then realized I was shooting at my own team and poorly doing it at that, and then I was taken out from behind by a player as Aquaman, who then decided to dance over my corpse for some reason.

So, basically, I don’t think my participation in Fortnite will last too much longer because the game pretty much shows player what kind of person they are.

You’re either a charging banana-man or a sneaky, dancing Aquaman or an old fogy like me who should know better than entering into a hostile battle arena with bloodthirsty 14-year-old girls … in the game as well as in real life.

According to Hofmann is written by staff reporter Mark Hofmann of Rostraver Township. His books, “Good Mourning! A Guide to Biting the Big One…and Dying, Too” and “Stupid Brain,” are available on Amazon.com. He co-hosts the “Locally Yours” radio show on WMBS 590 AM every Friday.