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psychopath

“So what do you think?”

“Nice. Elements of TILE. This will do. For a while,” she tacked on.

“Of course.” Big Wanda shifted her sturdy legs. “You know you didn’t have to shoot that girl. She wasn’t doing anything but doing her job.”

“I know.” Little Oakley Annie waved her heavily used revolver in the air with this. “I just didn’t like the way she talked. Too nasal.”

“You shot her in the *nose*. You didn’t have to do that.”

“She lived. In fact, she’s right over there at the coffee shop. She came with me. We made up while you’ve been away scouting for a new place. I bought her a new nose. Plastic. New place; new nose.”

Recalling the awful scene, a surprised Big Wanda looked away from Lake Como, searching for the pot peddling girl they’d met in Rethymno behind them. No luck. Instead, Little Oakley Annie and her gun pointed kind of toward her own nose dominated the view. “You do believe me?”

“Umm. Of course, Little Oakley… Annie.”

“Because if you *didn’t*…” Annie positioned her gun more threateningly, the face obviously a target now.

“Of course I believe you,” Big Wanda reinforced, starting to sweat.

Little Oakley Annie then threw herself back on the rainbow colored recliner, laughing. “Because I didn’t… she’s dead.”

Big Wanda gathered her legs under her again. “Oh.”

“Yeah, that face was pizza after I got finished with it. Which reminds me… I’m starved. Any place to eat around here? I’ve had enough coffee.”

Obviously, though Big Wanda, but dare not say it aloud at this moment. Must remember not to buy LOA any 4 shot expressos again. Nor talk in a nasal way in any shape or form. Talk through the mouth, talk through the mouth, talk through the mouth…

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1/2 Japanese

Big Wanda knew one thing and one thing well.

She wasn’t going back to Jael.

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Here’s the deal so far…

I think this Collagesity novel 14, this “Collagesity 2019 Middle” officially (I suppose), is all about the continent of Maebaleia, aka Satori. Here’s an article concerning the continent from the Second Life wiki…

http://wiki.secondlife.com/wiki/Satori

… and I’ll then quote some appropriate material from this informative “Second Life Tourist Blog” entry about the name origin:

http://thesecondlifetourist.blogspot.com/2016/09/know-mainland-satori.html

Satori was the fourth continent created in Second Life, after Sansar, Heterocera, and Jeogeot, and the first of the ‘eastern’ continents. It was started in February 2007 and the land portion was finished on June 18th of the same year. I have read that it was originally called Maebaleia (In Portuguese “Mae” is ‘Mother’ and “baleia” is ‘whale’, so Maebaleia apparently means “Mother Whale”) and you will see it listed as both “Satori” and “Maebaleia”. If you look at the map, it is easy to imagine a whale with a calf.

Some people thought that “Maebaleia” was too hard to spell, and after a vote on the old SL forums the name was changed to “Satori”. One meaning of “Satori” is “enlightenment”. It has also been called the “Asian” or the “Japanese” continent, and the frequent signboards echo an eastern style theme.

In 2010, mainland explorer Dahlia Jayaram flew a balloon over Maebaleia/Satori and then created this interesting flip book viewable on Youtube…

… which I’m going to study in more detail later. Just skimming through it now, I recognized a couple of virtual places that factor into *my* more lengthy exploration of the continent down through the years now, but, still, are no longer in existence. The thing about any mainland travelogue is that it quickly becomes obsolete due to the mutability of Second Life itself, plus the fact that the continents are severely depopulated in comparison to the golden or salad days, peaking at around 2007, say.

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Hmm. A horse in the middle of Horsa, or at least an *ass*.

This is maybe where we can hide out next.

—–

And I’m up to page 12 now…

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X-ed out

Bob, Fred, Ethel, Pat, Squirm, and Poochie lived on Sandpiper Drive atop a bank overlooking Maebaleia’s seemingly deepest sinkhole. Called Sink X, because it was the 10th found and also, perhaps — especially long term — the most mysterious and relevant to our present story.

Also on the lip of the sinkhole was the town itself: Pipersville, named after the same avatar that founded Sandpiper Court a little later on. So the court and its 3 houses can be seen as a type of suburb of the town in my mind. Sink X links them together, large to small.

I’ve changed my mind. Let’s start in town instead. Cindy A., Jim A., and Todd A. conglomerate at a popular Pipersville watering hole.

Some nights they discuss this very subject: the Maebaleia sinkholes, which one is most mysterious, which one is even the deepest, and, sometimes, on the darkest of nights, they talk about the Crabwoo disaster associated with the 13th and last one. Some try to relegate that particular sink to a bowl, a Super Bowl they grant, but still a bowl and not a sink proper. A professor of Sinkology at a nearby university came in one evening and attempted to straighten out each and every one of them while downing pint after pint of delicious, locally brewed Stigman’s Quarterly, an IPA with an alcohol content of 11.6. Almost wine strength. Well, he looked at each and every one of them in the eye and stated, plain and clear as he could, that Satori, aka Maebaleia — and he straightened them out on the *name* of the continent as well — no, this *Satori* contains no sinks proper and that only Jeogeot (where he was born and raised, by no coincidence) and Corsica contained legitimate sinkholes, like the wide, deep Chasm Deep for the latter and, obviously, the most famous sink of all, Big Sink, for Jeogeot. “These depressions in *your* continent are either too shallow” — and he gave the stereotypical Finsteraahorn-Dammastock example here — “or too close to the coast to count. Like this so-called Sink X.” These were fighting words, and indeed Professor Suckaluck was beat to a pulp later that night by town thugs and sink fanatics alike, then tossed over the edge of town, eventually rolling and rolling and then resting, dead as a doorknob, at the bottom of the sinkhole he had earlier dismissed as irrelevant and mistermed. Certainly relevant to him now.


re-creation: death of Professor Suckaluck.

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Preston

“Hold on Small Robin. We’re going around some curves now.”

“Wheeeeee…”

“*No* Big Baby Jane. Don’t reach into the tv for the people; I told you. Do you want another hit from my zapper gun? I can *doo* that.”

“Ka-BLAM!”

“WH-AA-AAAAAAAA!!”

“Pres-TONN!!!”

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pyramids

Agents 25 and 41. Let the games begin, I suppose.

Agent 52 and Messed Up, who manifests at various points in the maze and offers tips for money. “The far side wall is transparent. That’ll be 50 lindens.”

Agents 49, 62, and 20. Rare conjunction of 3; all are trapped and stymied at the moment.

Agents 96 and 69.

Agents 24 and 55, just before the latter’s head was sliced off and his eyes were pecked out. What a thing to have to witness!

End of the road for Agent 29?

Hardly.

(to be continued?)

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special

Agent 55 sat in the double pyramid lounge looking away from the swarming tentacles. “I’m not even going to pull out my laptop; that’ll show them.” His head was sliced off by the brown bear sitting next to him 2 minutes later, then his eyes were pecked out by the green bird on top of the bear. That’ll show him.

But he did take some interesting snapshots of the 130 room labyrinth maze within before leaving us. Obvious suggestions of (organizing) TILE above and beyond all the static-like chaos. Maybe Agent 56 will get more of this.

TILE is yet another game, after all. I to E to T to L I to T to E to L.

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4n1

“Blue Feather Douglas is — or was — a monster,” Agent 47 typed in his journal. “I want no more part of his funhouse. Like Cube (link), like Sphere (link). The Elmaer pyramid and its missing top is a joke. Back to the Blue Feather Sea!”

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“Agent 47 missed the point,” Agent 48 wrote in his journal 2 days later while sitting beside his still warm body. “The continent is the joke, Blue Feather (Sea) included!”

—–

“The continent is not a joke,” wrote Agent 49 1 day later. “Blue Feather is real and meaningful. Cube… Sphere. Just not yet…”

—–

Agent 50 took over just 3 hours later. Too many dots.

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storm eye

“Yeah, we’ll hang out here for a while, Big Wanda, while everything cools down from the gig.

Middle of the continent. Middle of nowhere.”

“I need some weed,” Big Wanda groused to crime partner Ann Lee Oakey. “Fast.”

“No problem here.”

—–

Paranoid Penny glanced down the path from whence they came. “Did anybody follow you here? Did anyone see you coming?”

“Nah. This is free, right?”

“Umm.”

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continuation

This was the night Andy Warhole, iron hand ruler of White Horse Village near the southern shores of Blue Feather Sea (aka Little Sea aka Big Lake), learned about usurpers Your Mama and Raggy Too over at the concert area next door. They didn’t intend to pay the tariff for importing songs! Well… all of California will suffer for that. And anyone who has to suffer through Mondays. Words of love, those are. Tough love.

“I’ve seen them in the night talking to white horses. I knew you’d find out sooner or later. So I intervened. I beg mercy,” he gruffed, pecking his paws against the wooden floor while rebalancing.

Mercy, thought Andy Warhole, iron hand raised and then repeatedly pounded against the non-iron one. They could ruin *everything*. All his future plans. Future plans for the past. “Ross C.,” he demanded. “Wake up Ross C.” The robot sprang alert. “Yes sire,” it clipped metallically. “Eggs and bacon and livermush as usual?” Warhole emitted air. “No, this *isn’t* breakfast yet, Ross C.” He shook his head and then indicated Mamaduke, the dog of Your Mama and perhaps Raggy Too. “Tell her, hound, what you’ve told me.” Perhaps she can actually earn her money now as a robot from the future, an *expensive* robot with all the perks, most of which he afterwards found lacking or absent altogether. A *defective* future robot he soon realized he had on his hands. After the seller had conveniently slithered away back into the web of time.

Mamaduke repeated the issue at hand for Ross C. Her thinking lights began blinking on and off rapidly. Bleeping and blipping noises emitted from the general area of her head. Soon she had a calculation. “Kill then,” she clipped out. “Kill them all.”

Made sense to Andy Warhole. Good job!

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a cube revealed (Blue Feather)

“War-HALL,” he exclaimed from his chair opposite Ross C.’s, or at least the one she stood behind. “Not War-HOLE.”

“I will correct that in my programming, sire.” But she never did. To her he would always be a hole with capital letters. She’d served him too long.

“Anything else Mr. Warhole?”

He sighed. “No. You may retired for the night. *Behind* your chair again.”

“As you wish, sire.” Her lights went out as she slumped over in place.

“You again (!)”

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