For a mercifully brief period, I dated this really grungy Canadian chick who went by "Snoo." Never stuck it to her, because self respect. But if you're male, a nerd, and you're at all involved with the poly community of the greater Houston area, odds are you've fucked someone she owes money.
One look at this post, and I knew everything I needed to about this girl. Likely emotionally vacant, probably unhygienic, migrating between the hovels of burnt out family members, "boyfriends" and weak-willed bleeding hearts, she spends her life on Gaia, Farmville, WoW, and anything else that cheaply markets an artificial sense of achievement. imagewise, she reflexively clings like a tick to any scrap of nerd cred she can.
And why? Because so many of our brothers are desperate to be near a female, they'll cash out for it until they're deep in debt. Be it WoW gold, taxi service, shit from Hot Topic, whatever the flavor, it's all the same. Her entitlement complex is her identity and support mechanism in one, and she's chosen the weakest prey of all because she knows on some level that's all she'll be able to achieve, and frequently she can recieve gifts for practically no input at all.
ie, "I am a girl who plays WoW, give me artificial money for that reason." "It's been almost a minute. I'm annoyed that you haven't complied yet, and am implying I'll leave unless you do."
Simply put, this is a gold-digger of the lowest order, the cancer that slowly kills all that is good in grognards.