Hehe... in highschool, I programmed a text-based adventure RPG called
ARENABATTLE_1.0 on the TI-89. It used text symbols for all the Graphics, and pitted you as an arena combatant of a chosen class, against random monsters like Zoblins, Doragons, and evil Smiley-Faces. You gradually leveled up, learned more abilities depending on your class, and there were shops you could improve your equipment at, an Inn you could sleep at (this was actually very difficult, since the barkeeper was quite ornery, and had a tendency to throw you out the window, and into a nearby rock), and various schools for learning skills... but you couldn't leave the city.
Eventually, you got so good the monsters were no longer any trouble, but in postmodern fashion the program "was poorly designed" and a small percentage of the random encounters were with garbled monsters with "glitchy data" that were extremely difficult. As you fought them, glitches increased in frequency, until core functions of the game, like the Inn and Shops, became inaccessable due to "glitching", ultimately culminating in you having to fight the program itself.
If you managed to beat it, in the crippled state you were likely in at that point, with several of your abilities locked-down by glitches, you killed the program, and it crashed, and deleted itself from your calculator.
Sadly, this lack of forsight is why I no longer have it on my old calculator, though one of my friends was never able to beat it, and still has his.
I'm tired of guys treating me like one of them. I used to like it, but now it makes me kind of sad. Or rather... they don't treat me like I'm quite one of them. I'm the outsider against whom they must gang up, the challenger that threatens their circle of friends. I'm allowed to spend time with them, but I'm not allowed to fit.
Hmm... are friends really treating you differently on the basis that you're not a dude, or just because you're not a present friend? Also, you may be reading adversariality into it, where none exists... many people are just shy or closed around new people.
If it is chromosomally based, perhaps it's just the people I surround myself with, but that's never been an issue before. At our worst, one of the guys will joke that the girl in our D&D group get in the kitchen and make him a sandwich, to which she usually responds with a faux rapid-shot full attack action on his character, rolls it for effect, just to illustrate that she could kill his dude in a moment if she really wanted to.
That, or she lobs a pillow at his face. That's always entertaining.