Monthly Archives: April 2019
bird
“Glue, huh Wheeler?”
“I think I’m looking right at it.”
—–
“What now?”
“We take away their toys. We give them furniture. They’re grown up now. Here, I’ll show you.”
—–
“Where’d you go?”
“I had the wrong group tag activated. Had to log out and back in to get the furniture back, pheh. So hold on *now*.”
—–
“Well look at that, Wheeler. Took right to them (!).
Marvelous creations. But…”
“I know, I know. The last collage points right to this moment. Where one must put away their toys and become a man — or woman. Loss of innocence.”
“But is that a *good* thing?”
—–
“We must admit the existence of Mossmen at the least,” spoke wise Hucka Doobie at the Blue Feather Table. “But I’m with Wheeler about Gene Fade. Fade may be just representative of the Mossmen as a whole.”
“But there’s Grassy Noll’s memories,” countered Baker Bloch.
“Ahh. We must question that as well.”
Baker emits air. “Bring him in, then.”
—–
“First off, Grassy, we had some issues with your core avatar. Are you petersoso or edwardston? The latter would be more logical. Than just, er, sponging off Roger Pine Ridge(‘s core).”
“I’ll work on it. Sorry about that.”
“That’s okay.” Baker Bloch looked over at Wheeler, at Hucka Doobie. “Well?”
—–
“And that’s how we learned the truth, Baker Blinker. That Grassy is a direct conduit between Our Second Life and the Toy Kingdom. Which we kind of knew all along I suppose. Two in one.”
“Why are you telling me this? You know it can’t bring me back.”
“I just don’t want to loose touch with you. And I thought you needed to know. Another two in one.”
The female Baker wipes crumbs from her jeans. “Karoz and I plan to remain in Chilbo, despite the loss of the Oracle. We will fade into the distance.”
“I hate that that will happen.”
“How’s your job going?”
“Well.”
Baker Blinker looks down. “I prefer Collagesity eggs to the Bennington experiments.”
“Suit yourself. Each are good to me in their own way. Finish your breakfast and then we’ll go take a look at Artist Alley. I want your opinion on some things.”
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“Fal Mouth Moon. Black — Pitch, on one corner, and White — Woody, on another. This must be the same as the Jeogerock, which is the same as Grey Rock. Grey Rock and topping Seal Stone in one. All of this is about the toys, really, and Frank and Herman Parks. How the Mossmen and Mmmmmm’s interact. How the marbles figure into all this. It’s all heading back to reality. From fantasy.”
“Pick me up with your strong, muscular arms, Baker Bloch,” Baker Blinker then requested. “You’ll see how much this is reality.”
“That was harder easier than I thought it would be. Remarkably light.”
“Two stone,” Baker Blinker projected, then lept down.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0013, 0314, Iris^^==, Rubi^
mossm
Deciding to stay on the same level and not head up or down, Hucka Doobie realizes (Stonethrow’s) all a big code. Newfoundland. Red Door again. Moss.
It starts with Spongeberg in his teepee and ends with Mossman (perhaps Gene Fade, again) and his TOYS.
Open your eyes.
In perhaps related news: They’ve grown!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0013, 0313, Rubi^
I.
Looks like people down there at the red lighthouse but aren’t. Man and woman.
Red has come up a lot lately. And the shape of the lake this island lies within — L — is symbolic of red via TILE. Will Karoz return to energize his college?
Now where are those itty bitty bugs. Down below that empty house over there?
No. Above it.
I believe that the Mossmen, perhaps including this Gene Fade but perhaps not, are behind the recent phenomenon of black holes in Our Second Lyfe’s sky at dusk and dawn. This is Moss Island. In the middle of an L shaped lake. Moss (character) wears an L shaped tie in the Red Umbrella (Stonethrow) collage Hucka Doobie was found recently studying (“Whiteyes”). L within Moss instead of visa versa.
It’s all leading to the red door. And what’s inside. Moss(men) guarded the door and made sure it was tight and secure until April 2015. Then when it was opened the game was set. The WIS maps all center around it. Just northeast of fabled Whitehead Crossing where Spongeberg Resident seems to live now in his open teepee.
There’s nothing else, really, on this Moss Island in the L shaped lake. It is just another stepping stone on the path of truth, another pointer in the direction of fate.
Up or down? Hucka Doobie asks herself.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0013, 0312, Allen Knob, Coast Town Sims^, Frank Park, Rubi^, Sansara, Whitehead Crossing
room
“So this is where it all ends for us.”
“I don’t know,” spoke Tropp honestly. Opp. Or, I suppose, Septimius Felton in this garb.
Wheeler Misty puts both hands under her chin; speaks more earnestly.
“Did you hear there’s a rumor going around that I’m Karoz’s mother? Did you hear that?”
“Honestly…”
“Well it’s true.”
Septimius wondered if she meant the mother part was true or the rumor part, but didn’t ask for clarification. “What next?” he said instead.
“We stay here. In Heterocera. Karoz Blogger and Baker Blinker have returned to their home of Chilbo. *Their* true home. This is ours. We *are* Chilbo in many ways. Er, Heterocera I meant there.”
“Of course.” He looked away and then back. “I’d like to be Giant for a Day again.”
“Black hole, yes.” Misty sighed. “We’re playing around with that. Actually, playing *around* that. Dangerous game. Like wrestling.”
“Yes, I’m tired of wrestling.”
“Tired of me beating you to a pulp all the time.” Misty cackles.
“We are not evil.”
“That’s exactly what I told Baker Bloch the other day. We are not evil. We are like everyone else. All the core avatars. We are representations of the whole. Like white light separated out into the rainbow colors. Each has its place.”
“Each,” Septimius echoed.
Misty looked at her ruby red nails. “We should return to Philo. Maybe get another set of clothes.”
“I think that you maybe might have enough.” Septimius then broke a smile. Both laughed.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0013, 0311, Heterocera
no room
Karoz spoke over to the meditating Baker Blinker. “The Oracle Tree is broken, yes, but it’s still good to be back.”
“Chilbo. Without the ‘l'”
Few souls reach the top of the Oracle Tree. It was planted obscurely, in a small backwater of the Metaverse, with its uppermost branches hidden in the clouds, across a narrow path that’s easy to tumble off for the uninitiated traveler.
But now that you’ve arrived, relax a moment, ponder the blueness of the sky or the twinkle of the stars, and think about the view.
Perhaps you’re looking for a bit of wisdom from the Tree. It has such a promising name after all. “The Oracle Tree,” one thinks, “It must have something to say.”
But it doesn’t. It’s a figment of someone’s imagination, left behind as a monument to creativity, exploration, wonder, and fancy. A whimsical flower perched atop, I wish I could see it flutter in my imaginary breeze. Yes, someone came along to this spot and planted The Oracle Tree, and left us no bits of wisdom at all.
Though perhaps that isn’t true either. Perhaps there is wisdom in the expression of our imaginations, our flights of fancy, our whim. Tinkering and messing about to make our dreams visible, to ourselves and to others. Perhaps make them more real in this world and the next.
That’s the wisdom I’ve taken from the Oracle Tree, and I pass it on to you, traveler. Build something wonderful for the next person to find.
Safe journeys through the Metaverse. It’s certainly a curious place.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0013, 0310, Chilbo^
Sunklands 