F.U.S.L.

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.