Walking through the arch once more, Opp traveled far from Braynard’s Place to a 4 sim land some call Eden itself.
Whilst sitting against a log beside a grove of nice, pink trees, he is inspired to write a song about New Island’s Pipewold and being X-ed out.
But he was not alone. For the Alices were there.
And the Rabbits.
And some others.
All in all, a Grand Old Time was had of it.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0008, 0601, Mexico, New Eden^^, New Island^
Left to right: Santa God, Melvin, Halloween Jack (Forest Retreat, Clemscott 2018/2/5)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0007, 0601, Clemscott^, Gaeta V^^
At sunset on November 20th, 2017, Snowmanster once again exits the CB Dylan dresser that acts as a portal between dimensions. He finally had tracked down an exciting adventure for Duncan and George involving the escalating Jeogeot Gulf War, where Duncan would play a French Lieutenant and George would be his daughter Sarah.
But no one was there to meet him in the VHC City penthouse apartment except George the doll, propped up on the far couch.
So Snowmanster sat and visited with him for a while before taking his leave, saying he had to head over to Farmington South to offer Peter Pipersville and his son Edward the role instead and to tell Duncan and George that he was sorry he missed them.
He stares out the eastward facing window at the town’s giant hotel before reentering the portal.
“Goodbye VHC City.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0006, 0601, Heterocera, VHC City^
Having filled his backpack with more food and supplies from Rocky’s market, Paul was about to enter the underground again when he saw the enlarged hole to the right. No longer a circle but an ellipse.
Then a train ran over him but he was use to that.
Scott Walker (giant sloth) was no longer where he formerly was just beyond, causing havoc in Olde Lapara Towne. Had he moved elsewhere?
He better get back home to Malone Central before he loses his bearings in the labyrinthine streets and alleyways.
But he can’t resist summoning the green ickle from the depths first.
Such fun — but it didn’t knock him out of the red circle per usual.
Sim line. And to his right again: underground. The correct way home.
Mary warned of war. Lamb will not and cannot die with Ram, she said. She had traced the slaughter back to Inertia through The Grapevine. Her three poor possessed nephews were preparing to perform in Clownski’s this coming weekend. Punk, pure and raw. At least the sheriff (their brother) broke free of its deadening influence. Thud thud thud thud. Paul winces at the thought and enters the dark waters again. 10 seconds later he was run over by another train.
Paperboy.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0005, 0601, Heterocera, Lapara^
“Ahh, I must admit it’s good to be back Baker Bloch. Collagesity North has been reborn. A lot of characters have or will be returning. But there’s still the matter of Tronesisia and Bendy. I can’t wait to meet her. Hasn’t she been in Collagesity before, though? The name rings a bell.”
“No,” answers the male Baker with a lie. He wants to erase the robot’s seedier origins in Collagesity and other towns like Bennington. “She’s worked for Pitch and Buster for a long time.”
“More new faces. But: exiled vampires from VHC City? I thought that city was supposed to be sort of a mother to Collagesity, kind of like Chilbo.” Baker Blinker pauses and puts her finger to chin. “But I guess Chilbo didn’t work out either as a whole. We’ve been there 3 months and our story hasn’t even begun. Karoz got tired of waiting — said he needed to return to his Temple of TILE, his school, his rocket. Most immediately, his rocket.”
“Yes, we need to get Tronesisia and maybe Mary up to Muff-Bermingham asap, whenever she shows up.”
“Which should be soon,” Baker Blinker adds.
“Yes.” They both look up the road into Collagesity North but nothing appears.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0004, 0601, Heterocera, Rubi^
Snowmanster sat on her couch, soaking it all in. Home again… so good. But where was everyone? Spongebub? Snowbob?
After a while the truth began to settle in. She was late. She had missed something. But what? Snowmanster went to the window; stared out at the familiar Rubi Woods. The purple hummingbird below her outside twittered loudly.
“Meeting Place,” she mutters, staring at the appropriate flat spot of the forest. “That’s where I’ll find out.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0003, 0601, Heterocera, Rubi^
Sunklands 