Just that fast. I’m a quick Second Life collager. Turns out it became a large town park, complete with a looping train track (and train!) and a quite vast array of freebie plants and flowers, almost all of whose original prims counts have been lowered thanks to that oh-so-handy prim>convex hull physical shape type conversion I learned about recently. More details soon. Just wanted to let the reader or readers know it’s basically finished.
Next up are important decisions concerning Collagesity Proper structures. My thinking has shifted to the idea of demolishing the Confluence Place, and freeing the jungle animals within to roam as they will. Perhaps they’ll end up in the wilds of Southside, already populated by another elephant and a spotted horse. Important decisions as well coming up about the town government structure. As I see it currently, the metro region is divided into Central (Collagesity “Proper”), Southside, Westside, and perhaps even an Eastside — more unsure of the latter. The town mayor position remains in limbo, what with the death of Baker Bloch. Never mind that he’s been virtually resurrected in the meantime. He’s dead in the minds of a lot of community people. Yet the logical replacement, Starbuccaneer Barista, remains in hiding or exile. A committee was formed to search the ulta-mysterious Corridor 2130, with only 1 bitten tongue and 1 bruised ego suffered as injuries. Cardboard Derek Jones has hinted around he wants to run for Westside mayor, if that position becomes manifest. Seer Adam Westend has become Adam Southend, as his Cape May cottage has been moved from former to latter. Greenup collages will soon be set up within. Maybe C. D. Jones should run for Southside’s mayor position instead — again if it comes to that. But what of Central, this Collagesity Proper, where basically all Greater Collagesity’s art exists? A compromise might be to bring back Baker Blinker to act as town leader. Didn’t Hucka D. warn me about this possibility a while back? *Was* it a warning? I’ll have to check. Thanks, as usual, for listening dead dear reader(s).
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