So here comes the first SL avatar I’ve created in a long, long time, years and years. His name, I decided, is Edwardston Resident. Unlike the old days when avatars had proper surnames, now the new ones that come along are all Residents. Reminds me of Blazing Saddles where everyone in the central frontier town of Rock Ridge had the last name of Johnson.
You’ve heard of people that get up on the wrong side of the bed. Well, Edwardston R. was literally born on the wrong side of the bed, the reverse side. In our kindness and loving nature, we turned over the bed for the next night so that he could sleep all proper and wake up more refreshed for another day of scrutinizing and exploring VWX Town. Or at least the west side of town.
A groggy, newly born Edwardston. “Where the f am I?”
The computer next to his bed was useless.
He’d obviously been in this ship a long time, witness the huge spider web in the corner. Edwardston hates spiders, and would not tolerate such a creation if conscious. Irritated, he found that he could also not delete the thing. We helped him (once again) after nightfall. It was gone by the next morning.
Edwardston climbs the ladder out of his ship room and takes his first look around at his New Home. Looks pretty nice, he thinks. Cartoonish but nice.
The Wall of Eyes initially scared him but then he realized it was another type of animation in this cartoon-y world. And as he looked at himself closer, he realized he too was cartoon-like. “Carrot red hair? Give me a break,” he thought. But he decided to go with the flow as best as possible.
Volcano top? Why did his ship land in the middle of all these objects? Where was he from? He didn’t appear here blank slated. He had memories of before. He knew he was from Mythos, a planet. A planet orbiting within the Sirius star system. But also a planet that, like here, was virtual. He remembered he was moving from virtual world to virtual world. He remembered to tell himself that he was the Real McCoy, and not a copy of another or a paler version. He is Edwardston Resident.
Out of the ship now, touching virtual terra firma. He spied the stream of green toxic waste spilling out from a pipe in front of an art gallery. Although he was curious about the interior, he didn’t want to walk anywhere near that stream right now. He needed to be cautious because he was so young. More memories would return.
He felt pretty much at ease here otherwise. But he decided to stay close to the ship still. The ship was called The Arab or Foreign One. He remembered that too now.
From other virtual experiences, he knew he would probably have a built in or default inventory. Finding this to be true, he rezzed several objects that had the same name as himself: Edwardston. There was some kind of Edwardston Gallery sign that advertised montages…
… and then a picture of an alien creature with an orange top like himself called “Edwardston Gallery picture”. Was this him in another (virtual) incarnation? He couldn’t remember. But it seemed familiar.
Edwardston R. manifests Baker Bloch’s Wall of Ass., which confused him for a spell before he decided to put that particular creation aside and focus on the simpler stuff. Good idea.
Sunklands 