About halfway through Sunday afternoon, it struck Kathy that this was probably exactly when a big sibling was needed. It was Joker's first weird transformation and he could probably use a friendly face or a sympathetic ear.
Or, at least, a decent change of clothing.
So after a quick trek to the town to buy some underwear and sweats and things, Kathy was knocking on Joker's door. Sure, it was open, but the cursing suggested that he might possibly not want company.
From inside his cocoon of semi-transparent screens, Joker gave her a nod. "One moment! I'm almost done wiping the floor with these taint-stains."
The starfield on the screens whirled in nausea-inducing ways, there were a few explosions, and then the timer ran out and the match was over. Joker's score was more than twice everyone else's combined, and the vitriol spilling out of the speaker indicated that the other players were more than a little upset.
Joker gave Kathy an apologetic shrug and turned the volume way down. "Sorry. Come in! I'm almost... No, fuck you, and make your own damn sandwich! You just can't handle getting beaten by a girl! ... You just got a good fucking -- how'd it feel to bend over and take it, little man?! ... Well, if I see a 'real man', I'll let him know! Suck it, dickholes! La'ers
( ... )
Kathy quirked a smile. "There's a reason I generally prefer not to play games with a multiplayer component. Usually, it's just enough to have a female avatar. The one time I played a game with a webcam, I shut down halfway through and cried for a week."
Imagine being not only female but also Asian, Joker. Sexual harassment with racist overtones. Not fun.
"I can only imagine," Joker sighed. "And these are people in 2172 that I'm dealing with, too. They've had 150 more years to... completely fail to evolve. Ladies and gentlemen, the knuckle-dragging Neanderthal continues."
That was a whole huge ugly thorny issue, right there. One that deserved a substantial amount of thought and action, and which shouldn't simply be left by the wayside-- "SO HEY!" Joker said, with a somewhat-forced grin. "It's good to see you! To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
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Or, at least, a decent change of clothing.
So after a quick trek to the town to buy some underwear and sweats and things, Kathy was knocking on Joker's door. Sure, it was open, but the cursing suggested that he might possibly not want company.
"Joker? Up for a visit? It's Kathy."
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The starfield on the screens whirled in nausea-inducing ways, there were a few explosions, and then the timer ran out and the match was over. Joker's score was more than twice everyone else's combined, and the vitriol spilling out of the speaker indicated that the other players were more than a little upset.
Joker gave Kathy an apologetic shrug and turned the volume way down. "Sorry. Come in! I'm almost... No, fuck you, and make your own damn sandwich! You just can't handle getting beaten by a girl! ... You just got a good fucking -- how'd it feel to bend over and take it, little man?! ... Well, if I see a 'real man', I'll let him know! Suck it, dickholes! La'ers ( ... )
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Imagine being not only female but also Asian, Joker. Sexual harassment with racist overtones. Not fun.
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That was a whole huge ugly thorny issue, right there. One that deserved a substantial amount of thought and action, and which shouldn't simply be left by the wayside-- "SO HEY!" Joker said, with a somewhat-forced grin. "It's good to see you! To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
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