She peered at me over two empty wine glasses. As if she had something to hide. She indicated “full perm” and loads of prims/li, which meant we could live here for a while if we wished. Nothing upstairs, she also said, indicating something else. Yeah, we could crash here for a while. But did I want this? Of course I want this (!). I want to live period, breath again, walk on Second Lyfe God’s green, beige or whatever earth terrain. But she said if we did this there would be a price to pay. Snakeworthy Price, I guessed, as in owner of The Shooter. And what was being shot? Bigfoot.
We moved to a nearby structure. “We could live here for a while,” she said while reading the clear as a bell text from her latest book. Suddenly I wasn’t so sure. TBC?
Sunklands 