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That's definitely not a very pro gamer move.

April 11th, 20205.

Hi, Reddit.

I'm female 25 and I'm honestly at my breaking point with this one.

I need outside perspective because my entire family is acting like I'm hitting for standing my ground.

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So I 25 female am a student software developer and pretty serious PC gamer in my free time.

I live alone in a one-bedroom apartment that I've spent years making cozy and functional.

I saved up for a long time to

build my dream PC setup, triple monitors, custom mechanical keyboard, ergonomic chair, the works.

Altogether, my rig is worth a bit over $2,000 and I take care of it like it's a dang child.

Last weekend, my older sister, 30 female, asked if she could crash at my place for one night

because her apartment was being fumigated and her husband was out of town. She has a three-year-old son, Max, who let's say is spirited. Hmm. I love him, but he's a little chaos goblin. I hesitated, but she swore that she'd keep an eye on him and that it would just be for one night. They show up Saturday afternoon and immediately it's clear that she wasn't kidding about Max being harmful. Within 10 minutes of arriving, he had pulled four books off my shelf, thrown my houseplants on the floor, spilled my juice or spilled juice on my area rug. Well, at least it wasn't your juice. Within 10 minutes. Yeah, at least it's not your juice. Yeah, so that is... That is a true chaos demon. That's a little above my pay grade, if that's my place. Yeah, man. I'm like, hey, man, I get it. Yeah. He's three. He's three. I can't be letting him damage my abode. Yeah, exactly. I let him in. Okay. I tried to stay chill. He's three. I get it.

But I asked my sister... my abode. Exactly. I let him in. Okay.

I tried to stay chill. He's three. I get it. But I asked my sister politely to please keep him out of my office where my PC setup is. She rolls her eyes and goes, he's just exploring. He's curious. It's normal. But she closes the office door anyway. Cut to Sunday morning. I wake up to screaming. Max had apparently woken up before his mom, managed to open the office door, and decided that my setup was his new

jungle gym. He pulled down one of my monitors cracking the screen. He stuck crackers into the PC

tower's ventilation slots, I'm not kidding, yanked out my keyboard's keycaps and had colored on my chair with permanent marker.

And the cherry on top, he poured apple juice into the tower, into it.

That's bad.

Yeah, this isn't like he's spirited.

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