Play and Win
KSI — if you're reading this, go to hell! 😠🖕 Hi everyone, I’m Chloe. I’m 31 years old, work as a cashier at Sainsbury’s in London, and I’m raising my nine-year-old daughter Sofia completely on my own. I have zero backup. No rich parents, no partner to split the bills with. Just the two of us. The rent for our small one-bedroom flat in London is £1,350 a month — where you literally bake in the summer heat. More than half of my supermarket wage disappears before I can even buy a loaf of bread or groceries. Lately, it has completely broken me mentally. Early and late shifts, standing at the till for 10 to 12 hours a day, scanning items until my back is completely ruined. I’d get home utterly exhausted, barely able to take my shoes off. And right in the middle of summer, during that unbearable London heatwave, when the electric bill came from running fans all day, looking at those numbers made me physically sick. Sometimes, after Sofia fell asleep, I’d sit at the kitchen table and cry quietly. So quietly so she wouldn't hear me. All I ever wanted was to stop counting every single penny. To lose that knot of panic in my chest every time the card machine takes a second longer to approve a payment. The straw that broke the camel's back was a tiny thing. Sofia came home from school before the holidays and asked if she could start private singing lessons on Fridays because all her classmates were doing it. £80 a month. And I had to say no. I told her "maybe next month", and she just replied "okay, Mum" in a quiet voice and walked to her room. I completely broke down that night. The soles of her summer shoes were held together with gaffer tape, and I didn't even have eighty quid to spare to make her dream come true. A colleague at work, Sarah, showed me something on her phone during our lunch break. She said: "Chloe, how long are you going to destroy yourself for a few quid?". She had seen KSI talking about it — the guy who launched KSI Games. You know, JJ, the Sidemen
