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Title: Anda's Game
Author: Cory Doctorow
Publication Date: 2004/11/15
License: Creative Commons

Anda didn't really start to play the game until she got herself a girl-shaped avatar. She was 12, and up
until then, she'd played a boy-elf, because her parents had sternly warned her that if you played a girl
you were an instant perv-magnet. None of the girls at Ada Lovelace Comprehensive would have been
caught dead playing a girl character. In fact, the only girls she'd ever seen in-game were being played by
boys. You could tell, cos they were shaped like a boy's idea of what a girl looked like: hooge buzwabs
and long legs all barely contained in tiny, pointless leather bikini-armour. Bintware, she called it.

But when Anda was 12, she met Liza the Organiza, whose avatar was female, but had sensible tits and
sensible armour and a bloody great sword that she was clearly very good with. Liza came to school after
PE, when Anda was sitting and massaging her abused podge and hating her entire life from stupid
sunrise to rotten sunset. Her PE kit was at the bottom of her school-bag and her face was that stupid red
colour that she hated and now it was stinking maths which was hardly better than PE but at least she
didn't have to sweat.

But instead of maths, all the girls were called to assembly, and Liza the Organiza stood on the stage in
front of Miss Cruickshanks the principal and Mrs Danzig, the useless counsellor.

"Hullo chickens," Liza said. She had an Australian accent. "Well, aren't you lot just precious and bright
and expectant with your pink upturned faces like a load of flowers staring up at the sky?"

"Warms me fecking heart it does."

That made her laugh, and she wasn't the only one. Miss Cruickshanks and Mrs Danzig didn't look
amused, but they tried to hide it.

"I am Liza the Organiza, and I kick arse. Seriously." She tapped a key on her laptop and the screen
behind her lit up. It was a game -- not the one that Anda played, but something space-themed, a space-
station with a rocketship in the background. "This is my avatar." Sensible boobs, sensible armour, and a
sword the size of the world. "In-game, they call me the Lizanator, Queen of the Spacelanes, El
Presidente of the Clan Fahrenheit." The Fahrenheits had chapters in every game. They were amazing
and deadly and cool, and to her knowledge, Anda had never met one in the flesh. They had their own
island in her game. Crikey.

On screen, The Lizanator was fighting an army of wookie-men, sword in one hand, laser-blaster in the
other, rocket-jumping, spinning, strafing, making impossible kills and long shots, diving for power-ups
and ruthlessly running her enemies to ground.


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