Quotes About Competition

It is difficult to be ambitious without also being envious.

Terrorism, like theater, is a competition for audience. Shocking events are designed to capture attention, polarize, and provoke overreactions from their targets.

You couldn't catch greencough!" Poppypaw taunted him. "Yes, I could!" Foxpaw argued. The other apprentices purred with amusement.

hippo-crocodile wars.

Not fast enough," the WindClan apprentice sneered. Suddenly, Hazelpaw streaked past and butted Breezepaw with her head. The WindClan apprentice fell over, winded, and Lionpaw raked his claws down his flank. "Never stop to gloat!" Hazelpaw hissed at Breezepaw and clamped her teeth into his tail.

There's more than one cat who would rip his throat out for a couple of mousetails.

For det er prestasjonene som gjør det, det er det at vi skal være så flinke som gjør det, at jeg skal være så flink, at jeg skal være den flinkeste og den beste på mitt område, at vi alle vil være den beste, at vi vil prestere og være flinke, og når vi har vært flinke lenge, blir vi trøtte og får bare lyst til å sove.

In the most general sense, a balanced game is fair to the player (or players), is neither too easy nor too hard, and makes the skill of the player the most important factor in determining his success. In

It is on!" Aech shouted into his comlink. "it is on like Red Dawn!

That's how you know you've mastered a videogame—when a bunch of butt-hurt crybabies start to accuse you of cheating in an effort to cope with the beatdown they've just suffered at your hands.

Parzival 110,000 highscore

I knew Armada was only a videogame, but I'd never been one of the "best of the best" at anything before, and my accomplishment gave me a real sense of pride.

There, inside the game's two-dimensional universe, life was simple: It's just you against the machine. Move with your left hand, shoot with your right, and try to stay alive as long as possible.

That's because most gunters are male, and they can't accept the idea that a woman has beaten and/or outsmarted them.

It's just you against the machine. Move with your left hand, shoot with your right, and try to stay alive as long as possible.

There was always a trick to beating a computer-controlled opponent. At a game like this, a gifted human player could always triumph over the game's AI, because software couldn't improvise. It could either react randomly, or in a limited number of predetermined ways, based on a finite number of preprogrammed conditions. This was an axiom in videogames, and would be until humans invented true artificial intelligence.

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mouthed the lyrics to the Queen song playing on my headset as I blasted one Glaive after another right out of the sky. And another one gone, another one gone, another one bites the

Everyone my age remembers where they were and what they were doing when they first heard about the contest.

Since then, we'd used Street Fighter II to settle our disputes.

Player One button, and my worries would instantly slip away as my mind focused itself on the relentless pixelated onslaught on the screen in front of me. There, inside the game's two-dimensional universe, life was simple: It's just you against the machine. Move with your left hand, shoot with your right, and try to stay alive as long as possible.

The prize for the Earthworld contest was the Talisman of Penultimate Truth.

As soon as they saw Aech's score increase, they would have used Fyndoro's Tablet of Finding and learned that he was currently on Frobozz.

I need each of you to build the best rig you can, as fast as you can.