Today when I walked into my economics class I saw something I dread every time I close my eyes. Someone had brought their new gaming laptop to class. The Forklift he used to bring it was still running idle at the back. I started sweating as I sat down and gazed over at the 700lb beast that was his laptop. He had already reinforced his desk with steel support beams and was in the process of finding an outlet for a power cable thicker than Amy Schumer's thigh. I start shaking. I keep telling myself I'm going to be alright and that there's nothing to worry about. He somehow finds a fucking outlet. Tears are running down my cheeks as I send my last texts to my family saying I love them. The teacher starts the lecture, and the student turns his laptop on. The colored lights on his RGB Backlit keyboard flare to life like a nuclear flash, and a deep humming fills my ears and shakes my very soul. The entire city power grid goes dark. The classroom begins to shake as the massive fans begin to spin. In mere seconds my world has gone from vibrant life, to a dark, earth shattering void where my body is getting torn apart by the 150mph gale force winds and the 500 decibel groan of the cooling fans. As my body finally surrenders, I weep, as my school and my city go under. I fucking hate gaming laptops.
๐๐ป๐ธ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ผ๐ผ๐ช๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐๐ฎ๐ต๐ต. ๐๐ฝ ๐ฎ๐๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ผ ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป๐ถ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ช๐ซ๐ธ๐พ๐ฝ ๐ช ๐ฌ๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ป๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฟ๐ฎ, ๐ฏ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฝ ๐ท๐ธ๐ฝ, ๐ฌ๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด ๐๐ฒ๐ต๐ต ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ท๐ฝ ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐๐ช๐ ๐ผ๐ธ๐ธ๐ท.