Category Archives: Novels
00420505 (The defeat of Gray Man?)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0042, 0505, Bright Moon Cottage, Happy Town, LSD, Violence District
some things were hard to understand (Violence District)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0042, 0504, Kangerootown+, LSD, Omega, RDR2, The Cross, Violence District
00420503
He enjoyed his time in Aisle of Palms rehearsing with his new band but it was always good to get back home. Back to his private, two palm beach beneath the house with its lounging boat and tent, back to his cats, big and small.
Plus the fact that all that talk about St. Dennis was kind of freaking him out. He *knew* where that was, he insisted to Baker Bloch and Wheeler Wilson, discussing the different angles of the subject at the new bar — Bull’s Bar I think they settled on for a name. Yes… and still guarded day and night by Grant Price and his security crew as hired by Bull himself, also known as Dragon. Bull Dragon sometimes, combining the two names. And sometimes even Ball Dragon or Dragon Ball, although he really doesn’t like the Ball version; best not to call him that, actually, because of his violent streak and all. Some say he comes from fabled Violence District itself; killed not one but a number of people there; kicked one to death in the middle of an alleyway, the legend goes. Anyway, being an omniscient type author to this blog and attached photo-novel, I also know that’s true, and that’s how Grant Price met him because he frequented the place too. Gray Man he was often called because of his suit and fedora style hat of that color. We’ve covered that a bit in the last section. Back to St. Dennis and Okama Majo’s different take on the topic. We’ll pick up discussion at Bull’s Bar two days prior. I’ll try to keep up better, ha.
He sat in the middle between the two as they chatted. They clearly wanted him to hear to further the narrative.
“*Anyway*,” continued Wheeler Wilson-as-Martha Lamb, “rumor has it that Atlantis High Priestess, this so-called Libra Neptune from the golf course back in novel 41, rediscovered the underbelly of St. Dennis, reverted back to her old, whoring ways. This is all in the movie too.”
“Red Dead Redemption,” Baker said back.
“02, like I said.”
“Okay. How does this… just go ahead. I’m sure it will clarify itself if we talk long enough.”
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0042, 0503, Bull's Bar, Kangerootown+, LSD, Omega, RDR2, The Cross, Violence District
00420502
I wanted to take a look upstairs to see if there was anywhere I could hide the painting on the premises. Too risky to just walk out the front door with it… yet.
Unfortunately the two rooms there turned out to be phantom, although I was able to glitch myself in. Nice view down into the gallery through the invisible ceiling. Handy to know for perhaps later operations in this same area. More exhibits to come, more Libra to show off. I knew it was on the way.
I ended up stashing it in a conveniently placed hatch inside the building’s dome. No one will come up here.
The goods are safe for now. Better get back to Dutch to report what happened. Will he be pleased? angry? Hard to tell these days.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0042, 0502, RDR2
00420501 (Southern art gallery)
He was here to confiscate the so-called offensive painting and that alone, this Arthur *Kill*, disguised in another role. Even took the same first name this time. “Art like this shouldn’t happen in Saint Dennis,” the wife of a prominent town businessman said to the gallery owner on opening night. He countered that it was tasteful nudity, no naughty bits shown at all, “unlike, say, that one over there,” he said, pointing to another painting visible in the next room. “A bare bum! That doesn’t offend you but this does?”
“This one was done with more in mind. Chains!”
The gallery owner, raised in the North where his mama still lived (Illinois I believe), ruminated: I thought you Southerners *liked* chains and slavery. Maybe because the model isn’t *black*. But of course he kept all this to himself.
And so Arthur the policeman, gifted Shakespearean actor beneath the blue garb, was sent in by the powers that be to make a statement. Thing is, he helped seed the controversy in the first place, part of his overall plan.
“Oh Libra Neptune,” he quietly lamented from his position in front of the work while staring at it, contemplating the circumstances surrounding its composition. “I thought I paid you enough never to come back here.”
He also wondered if her unpictured cheeks had turned red again.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0042, 0501, Kangerootown+, Omega, RDR2, The Cross
00420416 (Natural World/ Rainbow Falls)
“So I think we can make a home here, Sepisexton. Get away from it all, talk about the tomorrows and yesterdays to no end. Dreams we’re talking about here my love. And no Gray Man around to erase the memories. He doesn’t come into The Natural World.”
“So I’ve heard.” She takes another bite of her ant beignet and mulls over possibilities. Amos T. Sandman points in the distance, over the waterfall.
“See those fish floating over there. Plenty more where they came from. I tested it yesterday. You can just go up to them and grab them with your bare hands and then another one spawns. Fish spawns — get it? I was running back here to tell you no tackle was needed. This isn’t football or even angling — no sport to it atall. Free food!”
Wheeler, currently playing the role of Sepisexton to Baker’s Sandman, took the inept humor in stride. Yesterday they had found the North, this place where Okama Majo came from, at least in comparison to St. Dennis (more on that soon). He said he sucked at a video racing game while living there and thus made his own where the walls don’t matter and there’s no shooting allowed, no target whatsoever to the game. A game about nothing. But at the same time: everything. Here we have the answers we needed. We’ll continue photo-novel 42 into its section 05 while keeping this in mind.
“Let’s go up beyond the waterfall to the sunken ship to end again,” requests Wheeler, last piece of beignet in her mouth, somewhat muffling the request. Ants, thinks Sandman to this. Sepisexton got rid of the last to save him from becoming fused superhero Santman forever and ever, a walking talking copyright violation. She’ll always be golden in his book for this.
Time for the dreamer to awaken.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0042, 0416, LSD, Natural World
00420415
“Is that a fin over there? Or just another mirage, like with the camels?”
“One way to find out.”
—–
“Yup, it’s a fin. Must be in Finland, ha.”
“The North, right,” spoke Wheeler back, not laughing or grinning atall about the notion.
—-
But it took them 14 more dream days to finally follow a fin home. Things had changed in the meantime, new set of textures kicking in.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0042, 0415, LSD, Natural World
00420414
“AARRRGH. I’m so tired of crashing into walls in this stoopid game. That’s IT. I’m going to invent my own game where crashing into walls is COOOL. It’s how you win actually. Enough of this, PHOO.”
Marsha “Pink” Krakow stumbled out of her crashed yellow WV and into a convenience store, conveniently placed near the wreck. Don’t worry, she’s okay. A tiny concussion is all; smelling salts from day manager Eddy Jeffrings fixed her right up.
Never, she vowed after getting her feet under her again, *never* will I drive in a “Damage/Not Safe” sim again. *Never*.
Marsha and Okama become linked through the matched events. Obviously a pink one. Like a tulip. Or a train.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0042, 0414, HANA LEI, Happy Town, Kangerootown+, LSD, Omega, The Cross
00420413
“Bridges, Wheeler. Tonight’s theme is bridges.” (*click*)
—–
“How about this. The last thing you see before a 30 day dream ends are bridges. What do you say to that?”
“I say we’re about to see Linen again.”
“The man in charge,” agrees Baker.
“But,” corrects Wheeler, “that wasn’t the actual end of the dream. Instead: ship. Sunken.
“Natural World is next. Horses!”
“Vast,” agrees Baker. “Most important. Connector,” he elaborates.
“Map to end,” says Wheeler.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0042, 0413, Big Woods, Bright Moon Cottage, Jeogeot, Kyoto, LSD, Natural World, Newtonia
00420412 (a dose of LSD)
“Meet me by the big foot in Kyoto. Oracle’s orders.” He hung up the phone.
—–
“Where *is* she?” Was he firm enough in his tone of voice?
He started wandering around. Bad idea.
Soon, too soon, he’d forgotten EVERYTHING.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0042, 0412, Kyoto, LSD
Sunklands 