Still protected by a single, large red rose in a moderately rated sim — good enough — I peer around at my surroundings, note a train car in the distance down the straight as an arrow tracks in this location with my 168 meter draw distance. That must be it, I reckoned.
Yes, passengers ready to unload, let’s say, at the Shobu station in the shadow of towering, er, Mt. Sakura I guess this is. Who is it who is it who is it? Post for another day.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0206, Bellisaria, Continent 06
“All the homes have just appeared, see?” he indicates with his pointing cane. Excited he was. Another center. “This *must* be where we head next, explore the neighborhoods if not explore the mtn. itself. Because I understand there’s really nothing on it.”
“No, Mouse. It’s as if… well, I won’t go as far to say that Our Second Lyfe is *dying* or anything. Just changing — in perspective. Outpaced by other virtual realities. And the *cracks* are starting to show. Can we right this thing?”
“One way to find out,” Mouse logically answers. And so the Bellisaria* team already established over on the Newbrooke continent (Newbank sim) in the background behind the white mtn. continent here will be sent over to investigate and interact. Unless I decide to create a whole new team, or a mix of new and old. I’ve reviewed all the available avatars avatars found on the SL Marketplace for under 50 linden dollars (about 25 cents) in the last several days, filled in the gaps of what I had before as I deemed fit and worthy. A lot now! Over 1500 unique characters created for this blog and attached photo-novels, 48 in number and apparently still growing. And probably 80 percent of these from Our Second Lyfe sources. Not dead. But just because of the creators past and present. The platform remains a viable sandbox option for cutting edge development, if not technologically then psychologically still, at least for those who know how to navigate its complex ins and outs and also don’t mind dealing with a little bit of lag at times. So creators: keep it up. I don’t think the game can be “fixed” and I’m not really sure it needs to be. Just allow it, master Lindens, to keep on keeping on, tweaking as we go along but no major overhaul. It is what it is at this point for the most part. With these lemons we can still make lemonade and that’s all that might matter.
White mtn. centered continent often called Sakura in the foreground with the Newbrooke continent with its central Newbank sim in back
*I know this is spelt wrong, ha.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0205, Bellisaria, Continent 05, Continent 06
She hadn’t tried in 100s of days, maybe 100s of weeks. She was tired of pussyfooting around. “Permission to come aboard!” she shouted over in as confident of a tone as she could muster given the circumstances. No answer for a while, maybe 100s of seconds, then: “Permission DENIED.” The old, crusty sea chaplain turned captain who didn’t know when to give up himself wanted to reply immediately but was fixing a hole on the starboard side (away from you, the reader or readers) and couldn’t be bothered at first. But: one hole fixed and two more appear, it seems, like apples for banana. He contemplating just ignoring the poor, foolish girl, standing over there probably in just flesh and bits of white, like she does (he imagined). The man: only red. But still he knew they were man and wife, as close as one could get without multiple marriage vows. He had to hold himself partly responsible. Given that he was the one who married them, way way back in the day. “Go AWAY. We’ve said our bits, our parts. It’s up to YOU to make it work.” Red and white red and white, he thought. Surely they can better coordinate all that, divide the hues up in a fairer, more democratic way. And *not* have to enter his unrepairable *republican* shipp, pheh. No, he would stand steadfast against change (what was he *thinking*).
“I KNOW who you are,” she tried again. “You will NOT get this shipp with its broken rigg and all to float, no way jose. Not without MY help.” (TBC)
dreams of repair
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0204, Abbey^^, Ohio, Pennsylvania
Sunklands 