Gamer Goddess

This is an attempt to visualize a version of the character that emphasizes the three winning poll choices: Lazy Gamergirl, insatiable slut and feeder. It's also very, very close to the original version of the character. She also just "makes sense" to me... I can look at her and immediately get a feeling for how she'd talk and act, which is something I couldn't say for most of the earlier versions.

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"This game sucks!" Britta yelled, as she pounded the giant touchscreen display with her index finger. Her gigantic fingertip narrowly missed one of her tiny subordinate, who was standing on the touchscreen. He was dressed in the standard uniform for Britta's management team: entirely nude except for the slave collars around his neck.

"Britta," he informed her, "it's not a game, you're controlling real drone bombers... It looks like they're dropping bombs in a Cincinatti neighborhood right now..."

"Yeah, duh-doy, and it sucks. It can only drop a couple of tiny bombs per minute? I could kill way more people if I just walked over there... which, uhh, I'd do if I wasn't so busy. And the power-dildos are so weak I can barely even feel them mashing up all the people in there. Kill whoever was in charge of that project and have someone better do it, okay?"

"Got it, Britta."

"And I want more people stuffing me. I want a thousand people shoved into every hole every minute, twenty four hours a day, understand?"

"Umm... Yes Britta, with some improvements of the infrastructure we can probably have that done by the third quarter."

"You're gonna have it ready by next week or you're both gonna die. I wanna get a big fat ass and some fat fuckin' titties, got it?"

"Yes Britta."

"And let's have a premier for that movie they made about me. Bring them all here, so if it sucks I can kill them all."

"Of course, Britta."

"Hey, what city are you from?"

"Denver..."

"You still got family there?"

"Yes..." He got a deep feeling of horror in the pit of his gut, as he wondered what she could be planning. "Yes I do."

"Go ahead and launch a couple of nukes there, will ya?"

His voice cracked, but his composure was otherwise utterly professional. "Of course, Britta, right away."

"Thanks. You know what, you're my favorite employee, you know that?"

"That means a lot to me," he said, holding back tears. The worst part is, he actually meant it.