The problem with caring …

In the past I had refrained from writing (blatantly, at least) about my place of work.  That changes today.

 I find my workplace deplorable, and before someone attempts to leave a sanctimonious comment, I am actively seeking a new job.  I have been for months.  Today’s defining straw was this:

 Our file clerk/runner sent an e-mail en masse to her friends.  The message read this:

 “I hear Hallmark is coming out with a new Obama Christmas ornament.  We should all rush out to buy one so everyone can hang a n____r from their tree.”

 Whether mistakenly or otherwise, she also copied a co-worker.  Said co-worker did not find this amusing at all.  Though in reply the co-worker only sent:

I take it I should not have been in on this e-mail?

 Caught, the file clerk/runner quickly replies:

 What? What?

 The co-worker refused to reply to any other e-mails or text messages from the file clerk/runner.

 This morning, the co-worker sent an e-mail to the owners of the company.

The file clerk/runner of course cried while being spoken to in the owner’s office.  She denied having sent the e-mail and claimed it was some spam/phishing ‘trick’.

 Nothing more happened.  The co-worker was informed via e-mail that the matter was over.

So now, the co-worker has the esteemed privilege to work with the file clerk/runner who likes to think of her co-workers as n____rs.

 I kept the above to the facts (no backgrounds or races) … but you know what?  I’m going to give some unbiased info on all parties involved.

 File clerk/runner is a fifty-something year old white female.

Co-worker is a thirty-something paralegal.  She is a black female.

Our place of business is a law firm.

 I’m not enraged about the situation, in fact, I applaud my co-worker (certainly not the file clerk) for staying level-headed throughout the ordeal.  What I find disgusting is how we’re all supposed to ‘take it’ since we voted for change, change that happened to be encompassed within a black politician.  Yes, I have reason to bring politics into it.  Mainly because that was the file clerk’s entire defense.  “I don’t have anything against him, but I didn’t vote for him.”

 I think the world has already acknowledged that my generation (those thirty years of age and below) doesn’t uphold the antiquated and bigoted views of our elders.  And if you’re of that persuasion (the older generations), and reading this blog, I have only one thing to say.  It isn’t negative, by all means, but I trust we all have varied perceptions.

Racism ends with you.  80% of the voters in the 2008 Election Decision claimed that race was not a factor for their decision to choose President Elect Obama.  In case you missed that special report, the mass of voters who finally reared their head and made their voices heard consisted of my generation.

Racism ends with you.  Your grandchildren and their children and henceforth will look back on the vitriol being spouted in today’s news, following our decision, and they will pity you.  But they will also realize that pity is a pitiless emotion.  And in knowing that they will never teach these callous and small-minded ideals to their children.

 As someone once screamed at a rally:

If you don’t like it, go back home!

And by home I mean 16^th century Spain, when Jews who had converted to Christianity and their descendents became the victims of a pattern of discrimination and exclusion.  The plumbing is a bit outdated and there is no central air or heat …but hey, you’ll have your unmitigated hatred and fear to keep you warm.

Stay classy, place-that-I-will-soon-leave-for-a-job-paying-much-less-but-oh-well.

And now, I will log off my computer, get dressed, and go help to bring about this change for which I fought.

Oh yes, my friends, I will be logging in soon to harass you!!! MWAHAHAHA!

 

Hasta, mes amis!

Serishen, Out!

I have a confession.  I think that for all my protesting, I am an elitist.

 

Hello.  My name is Serishen Cagney, and I’m an elitist roleplayer.

 

It hurts to admit it, because by my perceptions an elitist is nothing something to be proud of at all.  For all my efforts to try and help/guide, entertain/promote … I’ve basically become that which I don’t approve.  Elitist.  Though, on the other hand, its refreshing to finally know where it is I stand with Second Life and roleplay.  I am not being vile or mean-spirited when I say there are no roleplayers in Second Life.  At least not by my standards, and we’re all entitled to standards and opinions, right?  Hrm, let me amend that, as I do know a very small handful of people who are true roleplayers.

 

What’s a true roleplayer, Ms. Elitist?  Well, its an individual who seeks to entertain others by guiding and joining them in an immersive and intriguing scenario, a scenario founded solely to incorporate and entertain ALL who are involved.

 

There are no Mary Sues.  Nor Marty Stus.  These omnipotent characters I see ‘running’ roleplay sims are just …. Laughable, really.  What better way to scream ‘Beware: There Be Attention Whores Here’, than to constantly subject potential roleplayers to your superiority complex?  Yes, you paid $2000.00 UDS for a sim.  It’s a pity no one will tolerate your utter incompetence and airs of self-importance long enough to say … run a competent storyline?  Don’t worry, mes amis, I’m not projecting.  If I wanted a sim, I’d buy one.  I’m one of the few who actually knows of the time, money, mental anguish, and responsibility needed to run a worthwhile roleplay sim. I bide my time when it comes to big projects, and that’s all I got to say about that there.

 

Anyway, back to my awesomeness.  Last night, was my breaking point.  I know a few months back I said ‘No More Roleplay!’.  I did quit, only to be coaxed into a NEWERBETTER sim.  It wasn’t.  SSDS.  Same Shit, Different Sim.  And how!  I’m excluding all derogatory statements for now.  To make a long story short, I am gone from there.  I put a lot of time and work in, but as always if you’re aren’t also blowing some player who is a ‘someone’ in their ranking, your shit don’t matter, man.  And for once, I’m fine with that situation.  That alone shows me that I have come to simply detest Second Life roleplay.

 

I am one jaded mother too, because I can say I’ve done everything in that virtual world. Everything.  Well, I haven’t opened a furniture/clothing store, so I’ll redact the former.  I’ve done a lot. How’s that?  But, I always find myself surprised by the lack of effort put into roleplaying in Second Life.

 

I particularly loved my journey into ‘human trafficking’ last night where a gentleman was nice enough to roleplay with me.  I soon found out why he was so accommodating.  It was not entertaining at all. In fact, he insisted we go back midway into the scene.  You see, he wanted to explain to me that not everything was reality and this wasn’t a ‘monster movie’. Whatever the hell that meant went right over my head, truly.  For every one, descriptive post I provided, he bombarded my screen with six, one-sentence parodies towards ‘dialogue’.  Its was very difficult to say the least, to continue with the scene.  I don’t mind constructive criticism, I welcome it in fact.  What I do mind is someone trying to play my character within a scene.  If all he wanted was a female avatar to smack and force into sexual positions I could have made an alt and sat her on the poseball.  Speaking of poseballs/animations … he stopped the scene once more because the animation wasn’t working on his screen. To say the least, I got a i/m full of complaints when I suggested he just post and we continue to play the scene and sort out the animation glitch afterwards.  Not having animations ‘ruined’ it for him. Okay.

 

I don’t even want to recant the rest of this drivel, basically I asked to politely end the roleplay when his posts lessened to ‘MMmmMPh’.  All the effort I’d tried to put in to make the scene believable and scary was thwarted by some old man’s attempt to get off online.  What’s the point? In fact the only stellar part of the evening was his response to my request to stop.  He never had a problem with any of the other girls.  He still wanted roleplay, he could do other scenes if I was scared … etc. etc. This never happened before …. Yadda, yadda.

 

It sounded less a ruined roleplay scene, and more like a Cialis commercial. >.>

 

I put up with things like this every time I log on.  Because I have this tiny, whimpering voice in the back of my head that pleads for roleplay.  I’ve even resorted to blaming myself. Maybe my roleplay expectations are too high?  May I should lessen my standards?  May I just can’t be pleased?

 

Maybe.  Nothing above would be wrong.

 

But .. maybe, it isn’t just me? Maybe too many players are settling for this half-assed roleplay just for the sake of roleplaying?  Why else would we tolerate the idiotic drama queens, wannabe Casanovas, Johnny McBass feat. The Circle-Jerkers, and heart-wrenching lag?  For five years I roleplayed with a troupe and we NEVER had drama. Never.  Is suspect because we were all adult.  Adults who loved to test their imagination.  We did every and anything as far as roleplay goes.  And we loved it.  We didn’t have fancy avatars and our ‘world’ was an early-version of ‘3d’, but man … we were so happy with ourselves, with our stories, with the prospect of having others join with us.  Pardon my arrogance, but we were 500 times better than your best here in Second Life.  Why?  We were dramatic.  We were tolerate.   We were supportive.  We left our egos in the real world.  We may not have particularly liked other members, but we respected them, and in turn we were respected.  We just basically kicked ass, people.  For the five years we were together (and by ‘we’ I mean up to twenty-two people) and for five years we set our little map on fire.  Our campaigns were imaginative and dangerous.  We didn’t make ourselves the center of freakin’ attention on EVERY SINGLE STORYLINE that ran within the group.  Hell, for the most part we kept to this rule ‘Make It Good.  Make It Open.  Make My Imagination Soar.’ So simple and so demanding all at once. But hell, it was always a blast.

 

In Second Life … not so much.  You have too much jealousy and pettiness.  I have joined roleplay sims only to be blacklisted by the ‘Queen’ or whatever the hell they decided to be, simply because her IC boytoy/Prince/Master what the hell ever made IC bedroom eyes at my character.  Me, the player, was treated disrespectfully because of an IC action towards my character.  I’m sorry, do you all know the difference between IC/OOC?  Everyone seems to be on this utterly retarded kick that others are after their partner.  What the hell folks?  If I want some real and emotional/physical interaction … I hit that little red ‘X’ and go find myself some lovin’. I don’t want or need your man … heh, or woman.

 

Yet, these are the issues for roleplayers.  ‘Real’ roleplayers.  You can’t enjoy roleplay for all the OOC drama.  Its thick and stagnant on EVERY sim I’ve set foot on.  It ruins the roleplay environment.  It soils whatever amount of creativity you put into building that sim up, because despite the pretty textures, no one wants to be there.  It ruins interaction with the ‘He said, She said’ crap.

 

People. Grow up.  Please.  I don’t mean that to be spiteful or malicious, or to even assume that I am superior to you all in the way of maturity.  Its just an observation of two years and some odd months now.  Grow. Up.  If you’re lonely (I mean this truly, it isn’t a jab) log off and go find friends.  Go find someone you can relate to spiritually or intimately.  Do not get online and morph into one of these rampaging asshats who just ruin things for others, simply because they’re unhappy with their real life.

 

You won’t just ruin roleplay, you’ll ruin yourself.  Nothing kills self-confidence more than resorting to becoming a cyberslut or chronic Second Life partner-er.  Sure, you make us laugh, but not for the right reasons.

 

That’s about all for now. This probably read as a mess,  but I was rushed.

 

Have a good weekend!!

 

Wait .. you know what I hate? I started blogging now, during the worst period of my Second Life.  Makes me seem like a downer, when really I’m pretty damned fun! I should have started this back in ’06, the moment I flew off of Orientation Isle. Ah … memories … ahem, and snapshots.

Fat Lady … If You Would?

Yep, she sang.

 

While I have not-so-much-enjoyed-but-it-did-have-its-funny-moments roleplay in Second Life, I am throwing in my fantastically-textured towel.  As of late I’ve been hanging on to what very minor, very mind-numbing roleplay I could find in what few sims I’d vested roleplay hours within.

 

 

Little Tokyo:  Vampire the Masquerade – Too much drama, and no I don’t mean the inclusively-entertaining sort you find in competent roleplay.  I mean the attention-whores, Mary Sues, Marty Stus, and ass-licking pandering you most often find in clique-run ‘roleplay’ sims.  Pretentious comes to mind.  I grew very tired of the same group standing OOC on the same corner whenever I logged into the ‘roleplay’ sim.  I grew tired of having posts ignored by allegedly ‘AFK’ individuals who suddenly sprang to life once one of ‘their own’ waddled down the prim avenue (you can’t bullshit my radar, folks, its awesomeness).  I grew tired of having to deal with egos, storylines only allotted to ‘friends’, people wanting special recognition for doing what they’d enlisted to do (which they didn’t, or more would have been included in the supposedly sim-wide storylines).  In general, I was just tired of giving the sim owner lindens to ‘rent’ an apartment that’s virtually useless to me.  My only regret is that I will miss interacting with the few talented roleplayers I did come upon.  You know who you are, and I’m almost certain you’ll be high-tailing it from there as well.  I/M if you find something worthwhile that doesn’t stink of LT’s sewers (no offense to the Nos clan, I know you can’t help it).  I plan to only remain here from today until next Monday, ample time to close out scenarios I was allowed to participate in.

 

 

Kingdom of Sand:  Hell, after writing a short story solely composed of a lonesome girl’s travels throughout Ireem, I realized it was time to stop dancing alone in the café.  I have better things to do with my overactive imagination.  If you enjoy playing the slave/Master shtick without the sour Gor undertones, visit the sim, and often.  Many seem to enjoy the capture aspect, and as Kora stated on another thread, its all about timing.  I’m in the States though, and the majority seems to be European, therefore, my time there will always be squandered on  … nothing.  Up note, very cool HUD/meter and various systems for earning ‘money’ in the kingdom.  Watch out for the predators though, the bumping gets really annoying.

 

 

Kingdom of Azuria:  A very nice bunch of medieval era lovers and cheeky faerie folk.  In part to a sudden lag rape of my system, I can barely walk on this sim.  This isn’t too terribly heart-wrenching.  Over the weekend I braved the waves of molasses only to have posts ignored (no, it wasn’t SL eating my chat, others ‘heard’ me).  I may seem rash, but yeah, I hate having posts ignored.  Especially since I go out of my way to respond to others.  No hard feelings at all with this place, it was fun for the two days of interaction I received.  End point, I believe it too is populated by Europeans, so … I only seem to pop in when there are a whole three people on the sim.  Damn you father for traveling to this wretched land!

 

 

Those were my only ‘major’ stomping grounds.  Within the others I held no more than the requisite general roleplay tag.  Still, I will miss my most well-loved pastime.  While Second Life has its amenities, I guess it will never be able to give me what I truly want in my metaversal life.  Good roleplay.  Good, continuous, interactive, intriguing, entertaining, immersive, and imaginative roleplay.  Instead, I get stuck with some ten foot tall avatar demanding that I show him my tits or get fed to a sleen.

 

To make this post fair, I do have quite a few short-comings when it comes to roleplay.

 

I like spontaneity and I like responses.  I want fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants scenarios.  I want to be entertained, so I can entertain you with just as much ardor.  I want the cliques to end.  I really, truly, whole-heartedly do.  They are so toxic when not solely used as in-character roleplay catalysts.  Every time I walk onto these clique-populated supposedly bustling sims, and I see nothing going on, it makes me want to kick ass.

 

I will be the first to admit that at times, I’m a little flaccid when it comes to roleplay.  Defensively, this is because I give what I get.  If I start out a scene committed and amped up, and you give me three word responses, yes … I probably won’t be entertaining at all.  I will probably, politely, I/M you and inform you that if you’re preoccupied, we can stop now and maybe try again another time.  Because simply put, I don’t like to waste my time in Second Life.  I am an addict who likes to have her hours virtually-lived to their fullest.  I want it all, ya dig?  I don’t want to be mocked and brushed off because I’m enthusiastic about playing my character to the blueprint.  That’s ignorant on the part of those who make light of bashing other players.  If anything, it shows that you’re terribly insecure.  I’m also not so crazy about always including sex into roleplay.  So, that kicks me out of the loop quite often.  Not to say that I’m not a deviant, when the persona calls for it.   Pfft, who am I kidding, dude, I have pose balls that would make your avatar blush, and I can’t even lie that they’re solely for roleplay . ;p

 

In closing:

 

Roleplay isn’t standing around posturing in your new Last Call (Rest in Peace) outfit, Maitreya pumps and Armidi hair (by the way, those creators are awesomeness).  It isn’t holding an important roleplay position because your boyfriend/girlfriend owns/runs the sim.  It isn’t alienating new and established roleplayers because you think they’re not up to your opinion of ‘par’.

 

Its fun.

Its engaging.

Its stories consume you for those hours that you’re online and participating.

Its imaginative!

Its what keeps you logging in, because its addictive.

 

And once upon a time, it was pretty feckin’ fun.

 

Now its time for the crazy chica, Seri, to bid roleplay adieu.  Why?  Because willing her imagination to soar, has left this little damsel oh so sore.

 

Maybe I should vest in making dirty Flickr photos as a new hobby?

 

Ayep.

 

P34c3.

I’m gonna build me a rainbow …

I’m playing with the idea of buying a low-prim sim, for roleplay.  By low-prim I mean this sucker only has 3750 prims, though still, for only $99.00 a month, that’s not too shabby (I’m paying $10.00 less at the moment for 745 less prims on a nicely-sized parcel). It isn’t that I want to become one of those raging assholes who make ridiculous rules on the ‘roleplay sim’ they’ve made for lack of a worthwhile venture.  I seriously just want an environment where you roleplay.  Nothing more or less.  No OOC whining, no OOC dances/concerts/raffle-shit, no marketplace.  Just a gaggle of pixels set aside for players to roleplay on.  I would truly love that.

 

I don’t even feel like bothering with an ‘admin’ hierarchy.  I wouldn’t bother with notecards, either.  You’ll get an entry notice with two rules:  Be mature.  Stay in-character.  Simple and sweet.  Hell, I’m so ADDish, I may change the theme of the sim every month, just to give us all a breath of fresh air.

 

No schmancy builds or plethora of textures.  You’re going to use your imagination.  I may not even have music going.  Definitely no voice chat.  As low lag as I can possibly make it.  Yeah, that’s nice.

 

Hrm .. all this rambling is really getting me keen to the idea.  I’ll keep you all updated.

 

Ciao!

Are slider bewbs a requisite for roleplay?

I’m cool, now.

 

After ranting to a friend (thank you, Mister) I finally got a grasp on my SL experience.  I take it too seriously.  It’s a game, costly, but a game nonetheless.  If I let every idiot who does the most asinine things tick me off … well, heh, I’ll never enjoy the ridiculous hours I put into this GAME.

 

So, starting from …8:56 o’clock, a.m., I will no longer take anything in Second Life seriously.  Pixels will not piss me off.  That’s not to say I won’t continue to blog about the tards I meet throughout my acid-induced meta-adventures, no.  You guys are still feckin’ gold.  Even Linden Labs doin’ me in da butt raw, will not put a glitch in my AO step.  Ah … feels good.

 

Now, for something not-so-interesting-but-I’ll-blog-about-it-anyhow.  Roleplay.  Sure, Second Life has all the glitz, glamour, and cool scripts my past stomping grounds lacked.  But, Furcadia, my long-lost lurver, will still be better than Second Life in at least one venture.  We roleplay there.  Like, for real roleplay, ya’ll.  We didn’t have pose balls to sit on that carried you throughout a scripted fight (i.e., Mouselook-click-hit). No, you wrote out everything.  From the glint of your blade to the dust you kicked up while dashing forth to put some serious pwnage on a sucka.  It was the bee’s knees.

 

And I think that because I compare all my experiences to those in Furcadia, Second Life … no matter what new client WindLight concepts they come up with, always falls short for me.  Sure, you can only be bi-pedal furries (by way of avatar AND don’t confuse the furry bit …) in Furcadia, but that’s all the more reason why I put more clout in it, than in Second Life.  In Second Life, you all get way too caught up in how an avatar looks versus whether or not they can actually provide competent roleplay … hell, screw ‘competent’, can they even post a complete sentence?  This isn’t a bash to the general roleplay community, but no … most of you do not know how to roleplay.  This isn’t an elitist attitude, either.  This is a roleplayer with consecutive years (over ten years), stories, conceptual storylines, character creation, novellas based on roleplay scenarios, organizational duties in a roleplay forum/cast/implementation group, yadda-yadda.  End point, I’m not new to this.

 

And I know enough to know that you bumping into me isn’t roleplay.  And you yelling ‘Girl!’ at me, isn’t a substitute for a decent post.  This isn’t to say I am the best, I’m a decent roleplayer and I can hang with nearly every spectrum of roleplay.  Some will scoff and pretty much say ‘So?’.  No, it won’t mean much to those who feel that posting a three paragraph entry with superfluous adjectives and words they’ve only just discovered in the thesaurus.  Because they cannot roleplay.  They preen.  They also haven’t grasped the basic concept of what roleplay is:  a collaboration of imaginations meant to entertain all those who participate in the scenario.  Those of you who regularly and purposely post these absurd entries/exits/two-word greetings consisting of a 154 word count are flaunting only the fact that you know how to use a thesaurus.  I consider someone who can intrigue me with a descriptive, two sentence post to be a nicely-seasoned roleplayer.  Mr. Three Paragraph only annoys the shit out of me, because afterwards every player in chat range has to SCROLL UP TO SEE THE POST before his.  Sure, you want to show that you’ve some mad skills, that’s fine.  But the ten minutes it takes you to post those three paragraphs, everyone around you has continued to interact.  It boils down to etiquette, seriously.  If we all posted three paragraphs, we’d be roleplaying well into the morning, a scene that only takes about an hour to complete.  So stop posting much about nothing, please and thank you.  The laggy-haired slaves will still want to lick your feet, if you keep it to two or three sentences. I promise.

 

Sidebar: OCULAR is NOT a synonym for EYES.  So, dahlink your oculars of mesmerizing cerulean mysteries … ain’t.  And orbs, for the love of Linden.  Just use eyes?  You will not suffer the horror that is anal rape should you use the noun EYES.

 

Geez, when I get off-topic I get off topic, huh?  Anyhow, I said all the above to get to this: 

 

We’re so caught up in looks (slider bewbs, $5000L skin, and big-booty shapes) that we often brush-off those who are here to roleplay.  Its sad, and hell it happens to me all the time. But, I’m crazy.  I’ve been known to enter a roleplay sim, and if every post I make to those I come across is ignored, I will roleplay with myself.  Yep.  You may just find Seri in the ever-empty café in Kingdom of Sand roleplaying with herself.  She’ll either be cleaning, musing aloud, or trying to figure out a way to steal some of those yummy honey cakes without the proprietor figuring out she’s the culprit.  In fact, I do it often (play with myself that is .. har, har) in the following sims:

 

VtM: Little Tokyo

Kindgom of Sand (as mentioned above)

(Several medieval-fantasy sims … it’s a huge community)

VtM: Santa Monica

Deadwood

 

There’s a slew more, but without access to my landmarks, I dunno know where I went.  Sowwy.

 

The point is, its pretty … sad/interesting/ridiculous that I venture to all these sims, with their supposed six digit traffic records … and no one roleplays.

 

I take that back, in KoS (Kingdom of Sand) last night I tried interacting with a fellow who was standing at the entry.  I took on my cheeky ‘café girl’ persona and tried to urge him to visit said café with adorable broken English and constantly tugging at his muscled arm.  He gave only two word responses to my descriptive posts, but relented eventually.  The very moment we entered in the city, he was distracted by giggling half-naked Gor-girls disguised as ‘harem’ chicks (the ‘greetings Master! *teehee*’ kinda gave it away, girls).  Naturally he walked away from me mid-post and cornered one in the market.

 

I don’t mind things like this, but have a little consideration, hm?  I can assure you, I’d be the last player to get pissed if you responded to any initial post I make with this in i/m: Hello, Seri. I’m not really interested in purusing this. I’m just looking for a quick fix capture-wise.

 

Not a problem. After all, KoS ‘is’ CAPTURE-roleplay.  If you don’t waste my time from the beginning, we can still be BFFs in another life .. err .. alt’s lifetime.

 

But uh … if anyone reading this actually roleplays in KoS … can you like i/m me?  I love the lay of the sim, so I go often … but its rare that I ever find entertaining roleplay.  I always end up walking into chat range of some Gor-Master-In-Disguise telling some Gor-Slave-In-Disguise that he’ll spank her later but now he wants her to suck his prim penis.  I’m serious. It never fails.  Three times now …

 

So now you know.  And knowing is half the battle! *stalks off whistling the G.I. Joe theme song*

 

F.Y.I. – I didn’t even bother to read over this … man, how many topics did I skip over/through/under?! Sowwy.

One of these days … *POW* … right in the asset.

Ohello.  Welcome to my whallop of a feckin’ rant.  Why are you ranting sweet pixel lurverly?  Because I am not is happy.  I have many things to scream and caw about, but, I’m going to relegate myself to only two.

I’m is givin’ dems phun1 nams s0 1s do not cryies egan, lolz!!!11

Da azzet survur 8s mah b3bi3z!!!11 and Fucked (over) and Loathing in Las Inventory.

u c? 1ms is n07 d’hapies. (((

Enough of that pretty pony shit, I want my lost inventory back. Feckin’ pronto. And that’s all I have to say about the asset server issue. I know.  Short, sweet, and to the feckin’ point.

 

Now … about being buggered backwards.  Normally, I would not post the name of a SL business in my rants, but you know what? They don’t give a damn, so I don’t either.

For years, and yes .. I mean years, I have been an addicted patron on Easy Babcock’s ‘Sine Wave’ business.  Back in 2006 when I first fell into this quagmire of goodliness we call ‘Second Life’, I saw the ugliest, most ferocious-looking female avatar … dance like a being of utter beautimouness (a word had to be made up for the lurveliness I sawed, ya’ll).  When I hounded the ‘thing’, it replied only two blissful words through our i/m – Sine. Wave.  Gloriousness.

 

And that is how it all began …

 

I visited.  It was a stark looking place. Empty of all save for six pedestals with loaded animations and a couch … or some shit.  It was empty, ya’ll.  Still, I fought on, pushing aside fellow newbs who still seemed confused as how to ‘focus’ on objects (feckin’ lightweights, I MASTERED everything in da tutorial, yahtzee!).  And there it was, the dance of wondermouness … CARAMEL.  My first purchase from Sine Wave. Caramel.  Like its real-life namesake it filled me with ooey-gooey deliciousness.  I, in my spiked hair, system skirt, and newb shoes … I felt sexy ya’ll.  Like, fer real, real.

 

I visited once a week for nearly five months.  Only, I grew more and more impatient ’cause da stripperz at teh clubs had more dances than me!!!11 oh no3s, ya’ll!!!!111 So, I visited one day, and to my utter surprizes dey had updated ya’ll!  There were like … a lot of pedestal, and clouds and shits!!!!! OMG I R CUMz!!!11

 

In the far corner, I spotted salvation.  The entire ‘first’ collection of Easy’s dances. That’s right ya’ll.  Caramel, Spun Sugar, Sherbert, Orange Squash, A Glimpse of Stocking, Swoon, Purple Whirlwind, Gimme, Red Chilli Sheen, Dizzy Orchid, Precious Morning, Rubber Ball, Wasabi, Weaving Dreams, etc. .. all dat shitz, ya’ll wuz mine0rz!!!111

 

But that was only the beginning.  They started sending notecards, ya’ll.  Every time dey updates, ya’ll.  I wuz dere all dey timz wootz!!!  I sank thousands in dere all dey timz, ya’ll.  And I’m was teh happi3z!!!11

 

So, for two years, that was my routine.  Check sim, buy new dances.  Get notecard, check sim, buy new dances.  Shit, I bought so much, I feckin’ forgot what I did and didn’t have, so I ended up with triple copies of dances, ya’ll!!! (My fwends can attests teh dis, becuz i giffs th3m allz my shit0rz!!).

 

Then, Easy hit me with stripperz danse, omgwtfstfuguuulrz!  Bought ‘em.  Men’s dances bloomed.  Hell, I made myself into a man just so I could p33p dat shitz, ya’ll.  It wuz teh h070rz, s3r1usly.

 

Basically, if Easy made it.  I bought it.  A plethora of animations on a sim, all for meh 2 injoy, oshitz!!  OMG, POLES!, COUPLE DANCES!, ‘ETHNIC’ DANCES! AOs?! I still hadn’t even used all the animations I’d purchased when …. feckin’ asset server shitz.

 

And now I’m pissed.  Like, fer realz, ya’ll.  Why?  Because when it hit, all meh shitz was in my Chimera(s) (dance animations that is).  All dat shitz iz gun.  I had just bought the new releases of ‘Soap Suds’ and ‘Snake Hips’ for 1001 Nights, and dat shitz is not in meh ‘tory.  I am left only with my pole animations, my ao animations, and my couple dances.  I know for a fact that I have spent more than $10,000 lindens over the course of these years in accruing Easy’s dances, and honestly I don’t regret it.  Excellent animation and quality.  Quality as far as the animations.  When I heard that what happened with my Chimeras during the asset server issue was becoming common, I tried to reach out to Easy and her ‘assistants’.  No, I didn’t want them to replace $10,000L and up in animations.   Just to at least help me replace what I bought this month (considering that’s as far as my transactions would go).  Oh, did I mention I would even give the url to my Sine Wave AO page so they could see I wasn’t a liar .. that yeah, this crazy chic spends A LOT on animations?  In the last month, meh page is teh sad.  I have at least 50+ for April/May.  Dats almost like feckin’ buying an animation everyies day.  And I won’t mention teh couple dances (all but three).  So I made a notecard and explained wtf was happenin’ in SL (omg i am no luv u LL right nows).  I included all meh transactions I could ya’ll, cause it wasn’t not lettin’ me go BACK (fix det shit0rz, pwease?), and asked if they could help me replace just a few at least, if assisted that much I’d happily buy back what I couldn’t have replaced.  Because ya’ll … we’re talking two years of shit.  I am an animation FIEND.

 

Care to know what I got as a response?  Nadda. Not. A. DAMNED. Thing. No ‘lol sowwy fa ya’. Nothing. Zilch.

 

Let me digress for a moment and explain Sine Wave’s policy.  ‘Cause its fucktarded, ya’lls.

 

If you LOSE an animations: i.e., By some very feckin’ awesome coincidence you … wtf … leave an animations somewheres in teh metaverses??!! and provide a transaction numbah … lolz dey will replaced it.

 

If you LOSE an animation due to unavoidable shits, like .. I dun no .. lolz asset server shits and teh udder SL shits … even ifs u haz deh transackshuns dey not give you shit!!!! lolz … wtfs?

 

So, if you fuck up yo shits, dey gives you more.  If SL buttsecks u, us is not gettn nuffins.

 

…. What the fuck?

 

Oh n a nudder tings:  4 us geyes dat laffs at me ‘cus i no haz prem-mum stuffs, lolz fuk us!!! ‘Cause teh klyent still no werkz 4 us 2!!! On a more serious note, those of you with premium accounts who like to mock and patronize those of use without: A) I had a premium account for a year, which proved to be useless to me.  My issues were still handled in a rank fashion, and the implement soon came about where you could ‘buy’ land (my only reason for paying to begin with) without having a premium account.  I don’t care that you feel as though you’re on a pedestal because you dish out $9.00 a month.  LL receives more than that amount from me within ten minutes of me logging.  It all goes to the same place, though I suppose you need to feel special.  Which I don’t mind, just keep your inane bullshit to yourself when you come my way, because I will dish it out as I get it.  When those of you who do take up this idiotic attitude that somehow ‘basic’ accounts are less than you; our issues are belittled because we did not give $9.00; or that as a whole we’re poor, stupid people who should leave the game entirely … you make yourself out to be an arrogant and ignorant person in general.  LL is a business.  The moment I log and buy goods in-world, or buy lindens from the website I AM A CUSTOMER.  AS A CUSTOMER I am allotted a fair and reasonable about of service REGARDLESS OF WHAT I DONATE IN MONTHLY INTERVALS.  Why?  Because regardless they get my money.  When I pay my tier via my estate owner, the money goes to LL.  When I upload massive amounts of snapshots, the money goes to LL.  When Misty makes me go shopping, that money also finds its way to LL.

 

So I ask, Easy Babock, assholes on the forum, and perhaps even LL – Why does that not entitle me to your respect, compassion, and FUCKING CUSTOMER SERVICE?

 

**You can comment that this attitude will get nothing done.  You’re probably right.  But me being courteous, helpful, and patient also got nothing done.  Your point is moot MOTHERFUCKER.**

Furthermost, why do so many of you creators refuse to replace an item bought from you?  If this were the REAL WORLD, perhaps yes you could contend with manufacturing costs, shipping, warranties/indemnities, yadda .. yadda.  But, this is a virtual world, where you have COPIES IN YOUR INVENTORY OF ITEMS YOU’VE BUILT.  So, how exactly are you losing business, by replacing an item lost under circumstances a customer could not avoid or prepare for?  Are you building that animation/table/couch/house from scratch all over again?  If you are, you’re a dumbass , no, really.  How could aiding a patron of your goods negatively effect your sales?  It doesn’t.  If anything, the exact opposite contributes to your sales.  I sang Sine Wave praises to any and all friends, acquaintances, and admirers of my avatar’s bum.  I was a self-proclaimed poster child for Sine Wave.  Do you know how many of my friends stood no chance to my harping of Sine Wave gloriousness?  And then this.

 

In the delicious coincidence that Easy Babcock or her affiliates happen across this unhappy rant, I have this to say to you:  While it might not effect (at all) your business, the way in which my plea for help was ignored (yes, I know you probably received quite a few, funny that so many flooded group chat with ‘I got mine replaced!’ … very funny considering it has been a week that I contacted YOU AND ALORA and this individual claimed to have just contacted you .. Hilarious.), I would like to convey to you that every ounce of energy I’d put into glorifying your business will go into the exact opposite.  I will now inform everyone that I’d ever directed to you of how you handle these issues, how you ignore dedicated patrons in need.  I am not happy, because when I add it up, I spent as much on your goods as I do on my beloved shoes real-life.  And that is feckin’ sad, because the chicks at Macy’s never ignore me.  If I come in with a busted heel on some BCBG I bought AND HAVE THE RECEIPT, damn right they replace them.  Because they know I’ll be back.  And they know I’ll tell all my friends how feckin’ wonderful the store is.  Mull it over.

 

Peace out, ya’ll! And .. I’m having a decently-sized yardsale.  Yep, you guessed it. All my Sine Wave shits (that remains -.-) is up for sale, ya’ll.  But you know the price that carries.  Buyer Beware.

 

 

Inventory Search: Love … Object Missing From Database.

This may read as a rant, but it isn’t.  Its an observation that has been gnawing at me for months.

 

Why do females, and males, feel the need to couple in Second Life?  The metaverse is gateway to a fantastical realm where you can be and do anything you want!  Its utopia with a soundtrack.  And yet, so many of you feel this sick compulsion to enter into Second Life, and make it as miserable as the reality you’re trying to escape for a scant few hours.  You take a virtual world of possibilities and boundless exploration, and turn it into a fucking Jerry Springer montage of cyber sex, lies, and video/text capture.  Why?  Could it really, truly, and actually be that you enjoy being miserable?  Is that your fantasy?  To come home from hours of long, hard work (sans any positive praise), and log into a world that you virtually control, and make it just as boring, ridiculous, and festering with negativity?

Why do women run after men who log in solely to see how many silly women then can cyber fuck, toy with, partner, unpartner, and control?  Does that really sum up the perfect pixilated man for you?  And men  … why do you always make it a point to pursue the big tit blondes who work as strippers and sometimes escort?  Is it really that thrilling a hunt to stick your carefully crafted prim wank into an imaginary hole that has been charted and claimed on many a map?  And you’re genuinely surprised when she breaks the partnership to go and play second-slave to a Gorean?

Why are you RL-married players partnered in Second Life?  Why are you reciting the same vows you took in RL to your flesh and blood spouses, to an avatar?  Do you really know this person you claim to love?  Do you realize anonymity plays a huge part in cyber love?  Do you realize that photo they claim to be the ‘real’ them could very well be a cute friend or the supposed RL photos sent to them from some other cyber lover?  Do you realize you’re in love with a concept?  More importantly, do you realize emotional adultery isn’t any different than if that really were his penis in you RL?  My guess is you probably just don’t care.  Which is fine, its your world.  Enjoy it.  But honestly, don’t be surprised when the courts declare cyber adultery as an acceptable grounds for divorce.  Yes, that’s right, no more playing with your cyber beau while the hubby’s at work.  You’re going to get a job to support yourself, and I don’t mean at a virtual strip club.  Is the fantasy really that good? Or are you confusing fantasy and reality?

Why do women who are a perfectly sane and competent become asinine when faced with a manwhore wearing the latest ‘Brad Pitt’ skin?  It doesn’t matter that he’s partnered to the lead dancer (ahem, stripper) at the club, he loves you. He said so in i/m.  So what if his profile pick states that she’s the only one for him.  He sat with you twice on the Lovescene ball.

Why are these men attractive?  Because honestly, after reading their profile and carrying on a conversation with these ‘Adonis’ of Second Life, I feel like scrubbing my brain and monitor with disinfectant.  Sure, he’s ‘pretty’, but he’s about as interesting as a prim.  Actually not even that.  A prim can be scripted to spout semi-interesting observations. 

The same applies to males.  Why is that bad-bodied diva with fugly flexi hair so hard to resist?  Are you drawn to her face lighting like a moth to the flame?  What in the hell is going on in Second Life?  Is this really our collective fantasy?  Are we really this sad?

Where the fuck are the roleplayers?  Have they signed up for a free membership to real life and left me on my lonesome?  Will someone please send me a group invite?! TP NOW!

 

This is completely off the subject, but I feel its just as important.  To you ladies who seem to take pride in labeling yourselves a ‘bitch’ in profiles and tags … why don’t you answer me when I call you in open chat?!  Why do you get angry when I call you a bitch?  You said you were a bitch, I was being polite!

Gah … bitch.

Read between my asshole-ry.

Alright … Second Life is becoming ridiculously tedious.

My fabulous friend with pixel warts mentioned to me that a friend (one of the three SL boys) was interested in, and in need of sculpt maps.  Now, while I may seem She-Hulkish to most, I do in fact help fellow residents when asked.  Its like a sick disease, I never turn down helping someone (unless you’re the flakiest git this side of the Metaverse).

 

That said, what was put forth as a helpful i/m, turned into an utterly annoying and pointless ‘internet argument’, which we all know is a major qualifier for ‘Sp3shul-nessed’, n’est pas?  Names have been changed to protect the asshole-ry.

In-world I sent ‘Dear’ (a pun) a quick blurb that I had two folders I’d happily pass him (one of maps I’d purchased, and one a collection of freebies I’d gnabbed).

To this ‘Dear’ replies:

[11:24] ‘Dear’: Ow that would be so sweet ty Serishen….’SL Lady’ told me about these sculpties. Thank you so much already

To which I reply:

Oh, no, my pleasure. I can send the folders to you this evening when I’m in-world. We can discuss the stipulations of our agreement then, as I’ve often times found some are a bit touchy about pledging their first-born to me as repayment. I’m sure we’ll work something out though. Ciao! (The lack of a timestamp is in part to this being an SL-generated email .. that thingie where it emails ya.)

Now, what I responded with is obviously a joke. Though, I sincerely would like a different opinion, should someone out there think I’d want their child.  This ain’t Old Testament, folks.

I receive no reply at all.  Not a ‘thanks, but no thanks’ or even ‘roflomghahahan00b!’. Nada.  So, when I pop in-world ‘SL Lady’ i/ms me and I let her know I’d happily shoot ‘Dear’ the folders once he’s in-world.  Per ‘SL Lady’, he’s an avid builder. M’kay, good.

 

Here’s where it gets weird.  He messages ‘SL Lady’ stating the had he known there was some sort of agreement, he wouldn’t have asked. WTF?  Now, I’m vaguely confused at this point, as I work on the principle of ‘If you don’t want an offer I’ve extended (and you accepted), then at the very least let me know’. Is that asking a lot? It literally takes fifteen seconds to message ‘Thanks, Serishen, but I’d rather not.’ And its all teh gud.

So I send this:

[17:13] Serishen: ‘Dear’, what I sent to you was a ‘joke’. If you were worried about an ‘agreement’ I would have really appreciated you voicing that concern to me. You can purchase sculpties from SL Exchange, Cel Edman makes them for a very agreeable price.  (I give him Cel’s info because I’m thinking at this point … this guy must think I really want his child in exchange for sculpt maps. Kidding. In all honestly I didn’t know what to think, so I gave him the info so he could purchase them/see more of what’s offered if he wanted.)

I get this:

[0:05] ‘Dear’: Never mind Serishen. Its not that important. Its just that my dear friend ‘SL Lady’ showed me and told me you could help me…I am not going to hop from one to the other in SL to get a hold of sculpted objects. Thanks anyway

This is where I get completely confused … because I did attempt to help, right?  I had two folders, informed him I’d send them to him once he was in-world again … and … right? No hopping involved. Am I fucking retarded or something?

So I send this:

This is obviously a huge case of misunderstanding, as I have no idea whatsoever what ‘hopping’ you’ve done. I am well aware of who ‘SL Lady’ is, she’s my closest friend. ‘SL Lady’ contacted me about the sculpties for you. As far as attempting to help, I did just that. I offered you two folders of sculpties (one that I’d paid for myself, and the other I’d spent time collecting here in SL). The ‘agreement’, a joke that went over your head. The ‘hopping’ is more than a bit assumed. I tried to help and in turn you seemed to assume the worst (not everyone in SL is after lindens, mon ami). Its not important though, and regardless, best of luck with your building!

I wished him the best and considered it ‘over and out’ at this point.  I didn’t feel like I should have to pander free items that he said he wanted.  And before you think I’m being flippant with the: ‘I know who ‘SL Lady’ is’, its because he’s dropping her name as if I haven’t a clue. We went over ‘SL Lady’ in the first i/m in-world.  Personally, it seemed to come off to me as if he were trying to say ‘I would like to get these from you for free, because ‘SL Lady’ told me you’d do that’. This is fine, seriously, because I DID OFFER THEM FOR FREE?!  At this point I’m more bemused than annoyed.  To me, its simple. It’s a principle of being courteous. You don’t want them, ok, then let me know. Don’t waste my time, because I’m sitting here waiting for you to log on. And certainly don’t wait until after telling a third-party that ‘she wants lindens’, to tell me (after I contact you and attempt to clarify) you thought I could help.  Its tacky and in this case a blatant lie.

Then I get this:

[6:08] ‘Dear’: Hi,   I have been trying to send im in-world via my e-mail but when I try to log in at the sl website I get this message that my password is incorrect and I am 100% sure that I do use the right password…I even changed it in order to be completely sure I used the right password…but vainly   Kind regards,   ‘Dear’

Naturally I’m thrown into another otherworldly portal of ‘wtf’-ness.

I send this in response:

I’m sorry to hear that. Have you contacted me by mistake while attempting to get a Linden Lab associate to help with the issue?

Because … I don’t know how the fuck he messaged me by mistake, while contacting Linden Labs.  If I were as conniving as he’s taking me for (a nod to his final message), I would have messaged back, ‘Please send your credit card info and password ‘Dear’, and we at Linden Labs will see to correcting this issue for you as conveniently as possible.’  But I’m only a bitch on Fridays.  Again, I think we’re ‘over and out’. Just a misdirected (how the hell?!) message.

‘Dear’ sends:

[8:37] ‘Dear’: Yup…I am sorry about that dear Serishen (F.Y.I. I hate being referenced as dear, hun, baby, or sweetie in any form, fashion, or context. Ugh.)  With that, I think all’s well yadda nadda.  The matter is forgotten as I surf the net.

Then ‘Dear’ sends again:

[8:39] ‘Dear’: I dont assume (*seemed to assume is what I wrote* Speculation not accusation.) anything…I just dont need the sculpties anymore..claro ?

[8:40] ‘Dear’: I didnt need them in the first place as I said already.

Correct me if I’m wrong, but this carries the stout note of eau d’Asshole.

Much to my ‘common sense fail-safe’ I respond:

[16:44] Serishen: Don’t be snide, as I was quite civil with you. There isn’t a need to relay any more messages.

This is completely valid folks because he is being snide, also, I thought the discussion was over like … three i/ms ago.  I can see if I left off with ‘You’re a stupid ‘tard, hope you figure out how to log-in, D’oh!’, then yes … take the offense.  But I didn’t.  I let him know a) This was obviously a misunderstanding and b) I wasn’t trying to fleece him.  And for the record, he not once mentioned ‘not needing them in the first place’ before this instance.  Contradictory statement on his part.  My entire reasoning for attempting to clarify and contacting him was because he never conceded to ‘not needing them’.  Had he said such, I wouldn’t have bothered informing him about Cel. So much for trying to fucking help …

Naturally ‘Dear’ responds:

[23:45] ‘Dear’: Who is being snide here ?????? Its you with your strange kind of humor…dont tell me what to do

Since when was my joke snide?  Maybe off-beat and … lame … but snide?  That final message pretty much sums it up for me.  Ignorance, period.  So because you thought my humor strange, you rudely dismissed my help, without even bothering to inform me you no longer wanted what I offered (and when you did, it was in a manner as if I’d forced them down your fucking throat against your will).

 

It also tells me that I was judged right off the bat. Before, I was good enough to take free sculpt maps from … Though now you jump from ‘Oh wow thanks gee whiz gosh darn you’re a peach!’ to ‘I don’t feel like hopping between people to get something’ … for free, no hopping involved.  Uh .. you weren’t?  It was just me … preparing to send you folders of sculpt maps?  Which is fine, but seriously, people in Second Life have forgotten the base concept of etiquette/netiquette.

I’m assuming my response of, “There isn’t a need to relay any more messages.”, (Which basically dumbs down to ‘d00d, oh em gee, we were done like .. yesterday with this!!111) elicited this tirade, ‘don’t tell me what to do’, which I have dubbed:

Tantrums 15:9

Let he who cannot comprehend throweth the first tantrum. Ye cannoteth tell me what to do, no-eth, no-eth, no-eth.

 In my closing arguments, I will reinstate: What. The. Fuck? I am so ashamed I even participated in this. Oh, and, Go Obama! 

Now, if you were crazy enough to read this post in its entirety … was I snide?

Simply put, if I were snide, I’d want it brought to my attention (and for the party doing so not to use me being ‘strange’ as their driving point, as that’s irrelevant.  Strange and snide are not unilateral, d00d).

 

 

These are my closing-closing arguments (tee-hee):

 

I’ve found that many in Second Life readily take offense to anything in the chat window that is not followed by a smiley, tacky gesture, or in ‘Dears’ case some term of endearment (refrain from addressing others baby, dear, sugar, hun, etc.).  This is unfair to those of us who communicate in full sentences, sans l337.  If you find some fault or take offense to something I’ve said (given that wasn’t my purpose to begin with ;p), then ask? Is it really that difficult to ask for clarification or does that actually drain a ridiculous amount of HP/pride?  Does it stop you from leveling up in Second Life?

  Let it be known henceforth, that asshole-ry is never lost in translation.

And yes, I realize he could have assumed the very same of me.  After dealing with him, and the countless residents like him, I’m done.  I’m sick of offering aid to people like this.

Damned if you do, Damned if you alt.

Here’s the story,

Of an SL lady,

Who was chatting up three lame SL boys.

All of them are probably old; and

Live with their mother,

They love to leer at young girls.

Here’s the story,

Of a man quite shady,

Who was busy with a partner of his own.

They were quite boring,

Living together, so long as his lindens weren’t gone-.

Till the one day when the lady met this fellow,

and he hoped there’d be much more than a hump.

He’s got her duped,

Despite his double-dipping.

That’s the way the lady caught a case of pixel warts,

The Pixel Warts – the Pixel Warts

That’s the way – she contracted pixel warts.

Yes, my fabulous friend now has pixel warts.  There’s a nice soap-operaesque story behind my little snark, but I’ll never completely rat out a fwend. Tee-hee.

Alts are dirty and spread SLTD’s.  Use a firewall during any and all sexual contact.

Thank you, you’ve all been a great audience. No, really.

Fuck you! I’m a ‘Barbie’ too …

Angry ‘Tan’ Avatar here, and this week we’re journeying into the world of pixel narcissism.  That’s right people, pack up your modesty and join me on this wondermous jaunt into Metaverse modeling.

After trolling through want ads, I finally found an agency looking for ‘diverse models’. You have to make sure ‘diverse models’ is listed in the ad.  If they don’t list that, then its a given they want shiny Caucasian skin with quadruple F-cup bewbs and long, laggy blonde hair.  Anyhow, our spotlight company is *Shitty Car by Ford*, Inc., yeah … I didn’t want to violate any TOS so … there’s your alias.

*Shitty Car by Ford*, Inc., considers itself to be ‘the’ cesspool for sophisticated models.  I only agree with this because yeah, they are full of shit.

To get an audition you basically take three snapshots of yourself (Face, Full body, and Free (free being any candid shot of your choosing).  Big emphasis on NO RETOUCHING OF PHOTOS. Mmkay. Did it, done.  So, like everyone else, I wait for the group notice. Okay, first initial response was me slapping my monitor and shouting, “Fuck you, I am a hottie!” After another swig of wine and a Hershey’s kiss, I mellowed out and decided to ‘use my words’. 

So basically you have three ‘types’ of models that appeal to *Shitty Car by Ford*, Inc.’s sense of ‘sophistication’.  I don’t want any of you to experience the heartache I endured, so I’ll spill the dirt on each ‘type’ to give you the cutting edge you’ll need to make it in Metaverse Modeling.

Elite Model Numbah 1

Elite Model Numbah 1 generally relates to the hordes of men who stumble from Newbie Island and into the arms of a neurotic ‘SL girlfriend’.  She being a ‘model’ herself, knows just where to take him to get ‘the’ best skin, shapes, and prim hair.  Never you mind that its all free though, it speaks only volumes of the awesome quality.  In fact, the only attachment of considerable worth Elite Model Numbah 1 possesses would be his Xcite! X3 Cock (which is still questionable considering neurotic ‘SL girlfriend’ probably dropped it on his head their first evening out.  She buys in bulk.).  But, thanks to *Shitty Car by Ford*, Inc., Elite Model Numbah 1 is the new black for 2008.

Elite Model Numbah 2

Elite Model Numbah 2 is always sought after.  She has assets that appeal to all venues of commercialism in Second Life’s fashion industry.  Hell, the mere fact that none of the high-fashion outfits she models fit is just further testament that her awesomeness as a model is too far before its time.  Elite Model Numbah 2 is definitely going to take the title of Second Life’s Next Top Model.  There is simply no mistaking it.

Elite Model Numbah 3

Elite Model Numbah 3 is the ‘It Girl’ of our Metaverse’s 2008.  And this year its all about attitude.  She’s exponentially diverse, and why? Well the high brows of her freebie skin translate into ‘aloof’ which spells H-A-U-T-E C-O-U-T-U-R-E in the model industry.  That and she isn’t blonde, which is a drastic change of pace for most agencies.  Elite Model Numbah 3 is streamlined for excellence … wait .. is that a tattoo I spot?!  Screw ‘It Girl’, Elite Model Numbah 3 is ‘The Girl’ this year.  She’s going to dominate high-fashion with an iron stiletto, and, once she breaches into the Alternative fashion industry, there won’t be any stopping this diva!

This Angry ‘Tan’ Avatar hopes that her keen investigative reporting will help to further the careers of potential bump-mapped models, like our Elite above, in Second Life.  The rest of you poorly customized avatars will just have to cope as *Shitty Car by Ford*, Inc., never settles for less.

P34c3.

This is me, proudly surrounded by diversity.