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Today, as I entered my economics class, I encountered something I dread every time I close my eyes: someone had brought their new gaming laptop to class. The forklift used to transport it was still idling at the back. As I took my seat, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anxiety as I observed the colossal 700lb beast that was his laptop. The individual had fortified his desk with steel support beams and was in the process of locating an outlet for a power cable thicker than that of Amy Schumer. My apprehension escalated, and I tried to reassure myself that everything would be fine. However, my unease intensified when he managed to find a suitable outlet. Tears welled up in my eyes as I sent what I believed to be my final texts to my family, expressing my love for them. The teacher commenced the lecture, and the student powered on his laptop. The RGB backlit keyboard lit up like a nuclear flash, accompanied by a deep hum that resonated in my ears and shook my very soul. Suddenly, the entire city's power grid went dark. The classroom quivered as massive fans began to spin. In a matter of seconds, my vibrant world plunged into a dark, earth-shattering void where my body felt torn apart by 150mph gale force winds and the 500-decibel groan of the cooling fans. As my body succumbed to the chaos, I wept for my school and city descending into darkness. I couldn't help but harbor a strong aversion towards gaming laptops.