🎓 It was a cold Tuesday morning in NTNU. Roger sat in the back of the lecture hall, eyes burning from another sleepless night. His ancient laptop wheezed like Darth Vader with a cold.

💀 "Compile... please..." he whispered, watching the progress bar crawl. The professor was already three slides ahead. His classmates were typing notes. Roger was watching a spinning wheel of death.

🥤 He cracked open his fifth Red Bull of the morning. The screen flickered. A single tear rolled down his cheek as Chrome crashed for the 47th time.

⚡ "Det holder!" he screamed, startling the entire auditorium. "Jeg trenger en DATABRUS!"

💡 That night, fueled by caffeine and desperation, Roger had a vision. If HE was suffering, surely others were too! What if there was a place... a magical place... where students could get PROPER computers?

🌟 And thus, Rogers Databrusbestilling was born. Named after his Star Wars hero (and a slight spelling error he never fixed), the shop became legendary.

🖥️ Today, Roger runs his empire from a pink gaming chair, surrounded by Star Wars memorabilia, empty Red Bull cans, and the comforting glow of his C2 dashboards. He never forgot the struggle.

💖 May Your Frames Be High and Your Compile Times Low 💖