What is going on everyone and welcome back to the channel. I hope you're all doing well.

Now today's first entitled parent story is all about gaming.

O.P's entitled cousin demands to play Roblox on his gaming PC.

Despite the fact that he says no, multiple times, warns her that it's probably going to break his very old and run down PC,

but she just goes ahead and does it anyway. What happens next

is pretty shocking. Entitled Mum freaks out because my computer can't play Roblox. First up,

some info and backstory. I'm 14 and I've got lots of things I enjoy doing, but most of all

is computers, building them, benchmarking, benchmarking selling gaming all of it I love

recently though we kind of lost our foothold in life which caused us not to have the financial prowess we did

before it was never a lot but enough this caused me to sell my computer and ever since I've been using a Gateway laptop that's very, very old,

a Pentium T-4,200 paired with Vista, so it doesn't run many games.

A list of games it can run are as follows.

Counter-Strike Source, Counter-Strike Condition Zero, and Half-Life, all at an average of 25 to 49 fps so then onto the story my aunt comes over with her daughter and her daughter's entitled friend now he's the only one who's really important to this story let's call him nate

nate comes knocking on my door and then opens it. I'm playing CSS with a few friends who

have the game. Nate says, I was told I could play Minecraft on your computer. Uh, sure, in like 10

minutes, I'll reply. To the kid's credit, he's very patient and usually quite nice. He came from

an unstable home, so I don't entirely blame him.

10 minutes pass, and I can see he's a bit impatient. I had some schoolwork I could do on my phone,

so I set him up on Minecraft. The only problem is, my computer is way, way, way too low spec

to run Minecraft. The only Minecraft I can get to run at a playable frame rate, 40 FPS, was beta 1.7, at tiny

render distance.

So I got him on the game and then I left thinking nothing of it.

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