June 16, 2007
Evil Flower Goes to a Garden Show
So, since I'm no longer employed (at least until Monday), I decided to waste my time running around that virtual world known as, "Second Life". Needless to say, it is a vast place that sums up the weirdness of the internet with no words--just shocking visuals everywhere you turn. I don't think I've ever seen so many furries. * shudders * And if you ever need to buy a virtual dong, there are about a thousand shops selling them in every shape and size imaginable.
Second Life is a big chat room with customizable avatars and landscapes. You can build just about anything if you know how to write scripts and manipulate a 3D creation engine. Though joining SL is free, money can be exchanged if you are so inclined. Hell, you can even build stuff and sell it, exchaning the "Linden Dollars" for real US dollars. Just don't expect to get rich.
The game is insanely boring alone. If you don't belong to a group or get to know people right away, or can't build squat, it's pretty much pointless to waste your time there. Granted, if you dress up as a sexy avatar, about 100 people will IM you right away with. I even had one guy ask me, "Can I kiss you?" And when I said hell no, he dropped a pile of steaming poo on my head. Of course, I asked him right away if I could have a copy of his Poo prim. I think he was pretty shocked I didn't start freaking out and crying, "griefer".
See, griefing in SL isn't really defined. We all know there are griefers all over MMORPGs everywhere. These are the folks who go around causing trouble, crashing sims, robbing people, etc. In SL, just dressing up as something creative or different can get you banned from a Sim and labeled a griefer. Pretty sad for a place that is supposed to thrive on the creativity of its residents. However, there are quite a few people who ignore the whining and create amazing avatars that aren't scantily clad (or even some that are) and build SIMS not related to beach houses or clubs. Many of us find a certain joy in visiting places like any other resident and recording the reactions of those around us.
Today I went to a flower show:
This is where I realized I should've made myself a sign that read, "Free My People." Hindsight is 20/20, I suppose.
All my flower friends, enslaved! How humiliating!
The flower show was a bust, so I decided to visit some gardens to see what sort of horrible persecution my chlylorophillic brothers were suffering through. Needless to say, I got a bit lost.
I ended up in a lover's garden complete with ballroom dancing. Of course, no one likes giant flowers, so I wasn't allowed to dance. Instead I found myself a sexy little lounge and waited around for someone to join me.
When that didn't bear fruit (har, har, har), I sucked it up and went to play in the pool.
Not to be out done by the mermaid, I flaunted my own beauty at the lavish lovers grotto.
Bumper cars aren't much fun by yourself.
The highlight of my trip: a picture with a famous picture.
Next week, I'll continue my quest to liberate flowers everywhere and bring equal rights to plants all over SL!
***yes, I made that horrible avatar all by myself***
your flower is a role model and hero for other flowers everywhere! don't give up the fight, its about time someone stood up for the little guys!
Posted by: Christine at June 16, 2007 09:30 PM