Girl Gamers Quotes

Whatcha doin', Freak Girl?" --------------------------- "What does it look like, brainiac?" I shot back, even surprising myself with the force of my jab. "I'll give you three guesses. No, wait. Don't strain yourself. Wouldn't want to hurt your head." I waved a flyer in his face, channeling my inner mean girl. "See these? I'm hanging them...on a...wall!" I spoke the last part slowly, as if addressing a dim-witted child. Which wasn't far off the mark, now that I thought about it. "With tape," I added, waving at the dispenser. "You know-sticky, sticky!

Anyway, I'm sure the guy lives a million miles away." "Or he could live right in your backyard. You never know." I nodded, keeping a poker face, even though the idea of Sir Leo living in my backyard was extremely appealing.

I don’t think male gamers are more or less sexist than non-gamers. Sexism is unfortunately still a large problem in our culture overall. It is not unique to gaming. Have a pretty girl walk by a construction site in a mini-skirt and you’ll see that. For anyone to imply that male gamers are somehow inherently more sexist than the rest of society smacks of insincerity or naiveté.

You have not seen desperation and helplessness till you have seen a man hopeless in love. Of course, unless you have seen a gamer.

It's like being in love with the wind. I can't hold you, but I can always feel you. You carry me to places I've never seen, you make me feel things I just shouldn't feel.

I will never tear you down just to build myself up. I won't ever make you feel bad just so I can control you. Baby, it's ok to be right, to be wrong, and everything in between. Just be you.

I don’t know," she said. "I’m not sure you would like me in real life. I’m a lot different there, you know. I don’t even look the same." " I don’t care if you look like a troll with warts," Sir Leo declared, taking her hand in his. "I love you.

Rhiannon Anna Maria Reyes, (Strength 10, Dexterity 14, Stamina 12, Will 17, IQ 16 and Charisma 15 -- Geek 7 / Barista 3 / Screenwriter 2 / Gamer Girl 2) was Bryan’s secret weapon. Rhiannon (known to practically everyone as “Ree”) kept the café in fabulous baked goods, talked authoritatively about subjects from Aliens to Zork, and drew the attentions of countless lovelorn geeks.

But you have to take control of your destiny. And sometimes that's not easy.

You go away when you're high. You get closer when you're drunk. When you're both? I dunno, just kinda feels like you're empty.

Nothing in your past could make me think less of you. I got your back, Dez." "Promise?" "Forever and almost always.

I'll keep trying, though, if you will.’ ‘What if,’ she hiccupped a sob, ‘I freak out?’ ‘Then we start over. But we can't go forward until we take a step.

Screw all the rules. Screw everything that makes sense. Dez, I want to be flawed with you.

Sweetie, sometimes being a warrior simply means taking the hits so someone else doesn't have to.

Adam," she hissed, pulling away to reach for her key. "I'm not a screamer." "A man needs goals, Kate.

His voice was sensual. "What format are we talking? PDF, device-specific, print?

Family is what happens when you go through the tough shit together and refuse to let it break you.

Then let's make them pay." She glanced at him and found him smiling back. "Leeroy Jenkins, mothafucka," he said softly just before the explosions started going off behind the wall.

Clearly this was a zombie bear of very little brain that wasn’t interested in bargaining.

Trolls are just miserable people looking for attention,

I found that most people enjoyed talking about themselves more than hearing about me. Most people found me pleasant because I had no problem disassociating and letting them talk about themselves.

Ah, but Sadie Green was a gamer! In a game, if a sign warns you not to open a certain door, you will definitely open that door. If it doesn't work out, you can always go back to the save point and start again.

A girl.... AND a gamer? Whoa mama! Hummina hummina hummina bazooooooooing! *eyes pop out* AROOOOOOOOGA! *jaw drops tongue rolls out* WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF *tongue bursts out of the mouth uncontrollably leaking face and everything in reach* WURBLWUBRLBWURblrwurblwurlbrwubrlwburlwbruwrlblwublr *tiny cupid shoots an arrow through heart* Ahhhhhhhhhhh me lady... *heart in the shape of a heart starts beating so hard you can see it through shirt* ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum *milk truck crashes into a bakery store in the background spiling white liquid and dough on the streets* BABY WANTS TO FUCK *inhales from the gas tank* honka honka honka honka *masturabtes furiously* ohhhh my gooooodd~

That was why he and Dez were different. They knew the rules were a lie. He was scared to be alone; she was scared to be with people. He felt like he'd fade away if he wasn't touched; she felt like she'd be smothered out of existence if she was. He'd wanted so badly to die and make all the pain end; she still did. Everyone knew pain, but some lived closer to it than others.

You're the only one here with your own fan club

(Ugh. Don’t even get me started. It’s like teachers think we have nothing better to do with our lives than to come home and do more schoolwork.) [SirLeo] (It’s coz they’re old and have no lives and want to punish those who do.)

...I think I might die if I don't kiss you right now. A real-life kiss.

Teachers don’t always know when they’ve lit the torch paper. But MacGhiolla knew. He knew he’d entered Virgil Swain’s imagination and held up a flame when he told him of a boy who fell in love with a girl called Emer who said he could not have her unless he completed Impossible Tasks. The boy was sent to study warcraft in Scotland under the tutelage of the female warrior Scathach-the-Shadow. Scathach-the-Shadow was about twenty centuries ahead of Marvel Comics. Gaming was in the early development stages back then. One in every two gamers died. Being Scottish and a warrior meant that Scathach was ferociousness itself. She didn’t have a Console, she had a hawk with talons. The boy was sent to her to learn how to achieve the impossible, and when he did, when Scathach had brought him up through all the Levels, showed him all the Cheats, and listed him on the Roll of Honour as All-Time Number-One Player, he came back and entered the fortress where Emer was guarded. He entered it by going upriver against the current. The method he used was salmon-leaps. Not kidding.

Sweet

Know what? That's ok. It's a part of growing, and not all trees are straight. Thing is, the bent ones are the prettiest.

Everyone knows pain. We are not meant to carry it forever. We were never meant to hold it so closely, so be certain in the belief that what pain belongs to now will belong soon to then. That when someone asks you, "how was your day," realize that for some of us – it's the only way we know how to say, "Be calm. Loosen your grip, opening each palm, slowly now – let go.

And you're quite sure about this video game thing?" Jay looked and sounded skeptical. "She is a princess." Sylvie snorted. "So her personal hobbies ought to be---what? Practicing ribbon-cutting? Swanning around St. Giles unveiling makeshift plaques? The girl walks her pit bull in a Metallica T-shirt, and showed up to the Easter service at the Abbey wearing a skull necklace. Gamer princess seems entirely on brand.

More than a whole month had passed since I’d changed worlds. My bear costume had become famous around town. It was kind of scary how quickly I’d gotten used to it. I no longer felt embarrassed. “Bear girl.” “Ms. Bear.” “Little cub.” “The Bloody Bear.” Though there were many names people used, they all referred to me. I still couldn’t butcher a kill, but I’d gotten used to defeating monsters. The gamer life had prepared me well. I’d met Fina, and there were tons of interesting things about this world, too. Though I hadn’t gotten a letter or message from the god/admin/whatever it was since that first day, I was grateful they’d brought me here.

She smells like sex and oranges. I hate oranges, but now I think it's my favorite fruit.

If only tattoos came with a recording of her voice. It would be proof that she's mine. That this is real.

And while she could see that he was fit, muscular, and beautiful, she also didn't care. He simply wasn't Jason.

Yeah, but now you're kinda carrying my kid, right? I mean, baby momma sounds shitty. So, I figured, like, maybe I could go with girlfriend instead. An open relationship, of course, since I'm not down for being leashed by a woman, and you're too fucking mean to tame, right?" This time, she was the one in shock. "What?" she asked.

Murder chuckled. "Sure. So, tell me about how amazing those headphones sound again?" "Amazing," Kitty said. "It's like you can hear a woman screaming in your bed when you wear them.

That's my girl." He tossed her a brilliant smile, the same one she'd first seen on the Silk announcement so long ago. "But it means I'm going to spend a bit of time with him alone." The smile vanished. "I'm going to kick his fucking ass if he touches you.

Right. See, Corwin and Weiss have always represented the PLG. Professional League of Gamers." "I know what it is." She removed a few points for treating her like an idiot. "Sorry, habit." His smile gained those points right back.

God, this guy is a harassment lawsuit wearing a fake Rolex. If he ever tried that with some of the hardcore gamer girls out in The Belly, he’d be toast.

The Game is gonna get you one day. Keep changing the Game in time.

Doesn't count," Mark told them. "Either of you. Whether you're pansexual like Chance, demisexual like Dez, hetero, homo, bisexual." He shook his head. "It's not a flaw. Sorry, guys.

Besides, I didn’t want to lose my shit.

Damn. What do the kids call it these days? Thicc? Because she's definitely that. The kind of armful who thinks she's fat when she's perfect.

For all the girls who love romance books and video games