Ah, this reminds me of a time back in school when I was in this gaming club, and while I wasn't an all-star smash player, I was better than anyone else in the club by a good margin. It was almost a competition to see if anyone could even take a stock off me.

Anyway, this new girl comes in, and she stood out among us ඞ like a flower in a dumpster. She was pretty and gave no inclination that she's ever played a game in her life. There are gamer girls, yes, but she gave the physical appearance of someone that often goes clubbing and lived a rather well adjusted, middle class life.

At first, I thought she wasn't even aware of what she walked into because she was still on her phone as she sat down. The room is typically pretty noisy with everyone, but her presence was made aware, and most eyes were on her. While some only glanced, they still glanced all the same. Topics of anime ceased. Derogatory terms such as "sweats" and "degenerate" were silenced, as they didn't want to make a bad impression on this girl.

After the quiet set I took on a guy, I started to put my controller away, because I was a bit uncomfortable with the mood of the room all of the sudden. I don't handle second hand embarrassment well, and I got a feeling that one of the club members was going to approach her and say something I'll never rinse out of my mind.

Just then though, she looks up and asks if she could play a set against me.

"Heard you were better than everyone, so I wanted to try."

I was a bit shocked, but nodded in agreement. To my surprise, she pulled out her own black game cube controller. And to an even greater surprise, she actually managed to take a couple of stocks out of me before I actually got the match on her. If she wasn't already attractive now to everyone in the room, she definitely was with how well she played Snake.

She made a bet that if I won, I would get a $100 from her in the next round. And if she won, she took me back to her place. There were some "Oooh" and "Ahh" going around in the room. I got a feeling I was being swindled though. She was probably better than me, and I was just being baited into her peer pressure trap. I had a large ego at the time, and figured I could still beat her all the same.

I lost, unfortunately, and "a bet is a bet," so the club chanted.

Anyway, I went back to get place, and that was the first time I've ever had woman take the fattest ♥♥♥♥ on my chest. The malodorous scent was almost as bad as the body odor of the gaming club members. It was impossibly large, and made me wonder if this women ever had any fiber in her diet. The ease it came out made me think I wasn't get first victim, and nor would I be the last. That's when I vowed to never play smash brothers again.