Give A Man A Console, Teach A Man To Build

The PC Master Race community is sweating bullets right now. You've got two equally tempting red buttons staring you down: drop serious cash on a new car like a responsible adult, or yeet that money into 32GB of DDR4 RAM because Chrome tabs aren't gonna feed themselves. Sure, a new car gets you to work and back. But can it run Cyberpunk at max settings while you have 47 browser tabs open, Discord running, Spotify streaming, and OBS recording? Didn't think so. The real kicker? By the time you finish deciding, DDR5 will be the standard and you'll have to make this choice all over again. Such is the life of a hardware enthusiast.

Behold, the Iron Throne for developers—forged from the fallen warriors of a thousand code battles. Each keyboard represents a different project where someone rage-quit after the 47th merge conflict, or that one time someone spilled coffee during a production hotfix. The senior dev who sits upon this throne has earned their stripes through countless Ctrl+Z's, survived the great Tab vs Spaces war, and probably still has PTSD from that legacy codebase written in PHP 4. Notice how they're all membrane keyboards too—the true mark of corporate suffering. Not a single mechanical keyboard in sight, which means this throne was built from the keyboards of developers who worked in open offices and weren't allowed to bring their clicky-clacky Cherry MX Blues from home. The armrests wrapped in keyboards are a nice touch though—maximum ergonomic dysfunction for that authentic developer posture.

The only machine most of us are comfortable with has Intel inside, not iron plates. When the gym bro asks "which machine are you comfortable with?" he's expecting treadmill or bench press—not a programmer pointing at their laptop. Twenty years in tech and my biceps are still just from carrying the weight of legacy code and broken promises. The strongest muscle in my body is whatever lets me ctrl+c/ctrl+v for 8 hours straight.

That's the Portal cake logo with "The MSRP is a lie" repeated like a dystopian mantra. Graphics card prices haven't been this fictional since cryptocurrency miners were building rigs in their mothers' basements. Manufacturers slap on MSRPs that belong in fantasy novels while retailers mark them up to "market value" – which is corporate speak for "whatever desperate gamers will pay." Nothing says "modern computing" like needing a second mortgage for a GPU that'll be obsolete before you finish paying it off.

Have you tried turning it off and on again? That glass panel is clearly running Windows and experiencing unprecedented stability. The fact it didn't shatter on impact means you've discovered the rarest bug of all - reliable Microsoft hardware . Try installing updates or running npm install - that'll break anything. If all else fails, just tell it you're migrating to Linux and watch it self-destruct out of spite.

You know that special kind of pain when your uncle starts explaining how "the WiFi is slow because too many megabytes are clogged in the router" or your manager confidently declares that "we just need to download more RAM"? That's the face right there. It's the internal screaming of every developer who has to sit through explanations about how "the cloud is just a big computer in the sky" or "HTML is a programming language, right?" The best part is you can't even correct them without sounding condescending, so you just sit there, nodding politely while your soul slowly exits your body. Every fiber of your being wants to interrupt with "Actually, that's not how TCP/IP works," but you know it'll lead to a 45-minute conversation where you'll somehow end up fixing their printer. Bonus points if they follow up with "You work with computers, right? Can you fix my iPhone?"