“Frank.
“I know what happened.”
Lead to end.
Category Archives: 06
00510606 (metals/color)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0606, Bandanaboro, Frank's Moving Castle, Indigo Parallel, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
00510605
He fever dreamed of finding the banana himself, not a talking version like Tony’s but he had a way to remedy that. Return to the goldfish with the banana on top and insert. “Goldfish — banana — top, got it,” he said to the Dreamweaver before entering the stage. “Goldfish — banana — top,” he repeated now before it. Pick it up, he also realized. Now back to the floating fish he’d passed only minutes earlier.
Nom nom nom, little fish. Nom nom nom.
There! A whole bunch of them now, and larger than ever each and every one. Bananaboro! No D needed.
And there’s my little fishy! All grown up. “Hi up there! Hiigh!”
Cover him up, Luther. Time of death (he checks his watch): 10:09.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0605, Bandanaboro, Indigo Parallel, Omega
00510604 (Silvers)
His head kept pivoting toward her atop his otherwise static body but she was just that much of a head turner to him, although she didn’t think of herself that way. Modest; naive even. Part of the appeal obviously. A peel.
On the 5th night of their 5 day stay in Bandanaboro, right after their last gig at Rock & Jim’s Gay Ol’ Music Club on Rehab Road, Tony B. and Shelley J. were married in a private ceremony at Belle’s Lost Church off Holy Hero Street, catty-corner to the courthouse where they just got their license for a flat 60 dollar fee per state law with no waiting period between its purchase and the wedding itself required. Fellow Silver band member Okama Majo — make that *former* Silver band member — couldn’t attend since he was on his death bed, or at least 66.67% of his doctors thought so. Tony and Shelley probably wanted to squeeze in the wedding before the funeral. The talking anthropomorphic banana also named Bandana was now nowhere to be found, having been eliminated through a corrected pizza order from Luigi’s where the fruit arrived on time atop the pizza and not later as a split off entity aiming to stir up trouble in town. Correction: Let’s make it that Tony B. had to strike a deal with the intelligent yellow dude to get rid of him. Assume the last name of Silver per his request to untangle the ins and outs of that name, that metal, that lake, that whatever, and he’d leave his life forever. He could also split this town of Bandanaboro perhaps named for him but perhaps not too. If he took a wife. “Corrections must be made,” the banana being again before him stated firmly. “Will you do it?”
“I do,” he said several days later to Shelley J. before Preacher Ziegler at the alter, name fully transferred from band to man to couple. tbc?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, Mythopolis, Omega, 0604, 0051, Bandanaboro
00510603
Yes. Better at the other end of Justice Ave. opposite the Monkey Statue down at the soccer field. Pink clad dark haired halo topped Shelley J. Struthers front and center, soon to acquire another S name altogether. Okama to her left. Both stare at Bandana the banana, but he has no eyes to see Justice.
Even better. Okama fades from them as a license is thought of for the first time, leading directly to the church behind. Events are being set quickly into motion. tbc
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0603, Bandanaboro, Omega
00510602
There’s no way I can take a decent shot of the golden dome topped courthouse from the end of Justice Ave. and also include the street sign. I give up this morning. Besides, the sim’s going offline in 299, 298, 297 seconds. 294… must return to home and reorient.
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10:09:
Better. About as good as I can do. Now I can rest easy tonight, hah. But where is Tony B.; the talking banana; Shelley and Okama the two permanent members we know about of the band Silver that is slated to play at least a 5 night gig in this town of Bandanaboro in the upper east west central part of the Omega continent? Shouldn’t one or two or maybe all 4 of ’em be posing in this picture? Who is taking the picture? Is the last name of Tony B. actually Bandana like the banana he’s talking to now? Why would Luigi’s send over a talking banana instead of the banana topping he actually ordered? What’s wrong with descending into the sandy colored Body in town from its Head, dumb, very dumb being the implication for doing so? Dumb Man. 4 eyes. 4 pairs of eyes. What do they see? Do they see me? Can I see them? Why can’t I see them? Is it this town? Is it this courthouse, this avenue that turns into Holy Hero Street at its door? End of Justice here, beginning of Justice down there. Will Justice be served? How do we untangle all the involved Silvers now, throw in the California town of Silver Lake formerly known as Edendale as well? Why is AI hallucinating a well in or very near Bandana NC? Does it have to do with the well of information I received from the two owners of, well… here?
Rock &… One Strange Rock. Is this Earth or is this one strange rock somewhere else? Is it quartz? Mica? All of the above or none of the above? I can’t sleep after all. I’m going to get up and have some water, watch some more Youtube videos, maybe pop open another non-beer. Starfield always seems to do the trick. I’ll try one of the ones where the pace across the planets is faster. Wish me luck!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0602, Bandanaboro, GTA, North Carolina, Omega
00510601 (Marsha “Pink” Krakow…)
… spun away from the camera, tires smoking. But eventually she’d find her way back to us as stomachs keep rumbling and babies keep crying.
This is still a place to be.
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0051, 0601, Capital Cy
00500616
I’m about to end 50 before she even starts 11 but that’s okay. 1-10 is a solid solid beginning, a whole block of novels as in a city, building up from 1 2 3 4 and now even 5, a topping square (wonder why they call them city blocks instead of squares?). Anyway, both being retired we have the rest of our second 1/2 lives to proceed forward with reading each other’s stuff, hopefully a long time both quantity-wise *and* quality-wise. Hand in hand. All along keeping in mind The End is not that but merely another beginning.
See you on the other side, reader!
END OF “SUNKLANDS 2026 EARLY”!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0616, Heterocera, Rubi
00500615
“Status report, Newt. How’s the state of Concrete? Solid still? Holding firm, etc.?”
“Cement Village is good, although the attached Concrete name has gone the way of sand, ha. With Boos — inserted behind it about a month ago as you might recall — it now forms 1/2 of Boos-gota, a portmanteau of the 2 inclusive series.”
“Like lukfast,” Hucka Doobie deadpanned from behind, still staring at Concrete on the screen and wondering if they’re ever going to move to slide 02. Been over 3 months now.
“Fine, fine,” answers Baker Bloch, leading the table meeting per usual. “As long as it’s still there. And what about Frank’s Moving Castle? Any news on that? Pardon me for being behind but I don’t get inworld much any more. Not like the old days when I was King and Blinks (female Baker) was Queen and Wheeler was just a secondary avatar not as much used.” He turns right. “Right Wheeler?”
“I am the new Queen,” she stated matter of factly. “‘Blinks? Who’s Blinks?’ the reader might ask here, not even knowing the name. Even dedicated ones, say, caught up with the last 10 — no, make that the last 40, ho. She’s just that far back in the past. Like Carrcassonnee. Remember Carrcassonnee, Baker? Baker Bloch was it? Because you’re getting that way too. Newt here, my sometimes boyfriend, oft times hubby, has assumed your old role. Will this change? Newt is the Whitehead in da Woods, the retired version of yourself as you configured it. No going back in my opinion. You will continue to get more obsolete and eventually fade back to the black you came from. Right Hucka Doobie?” she calls over the top of his black hatted head, almost blowing it off we might imagine, or at least displacing it a bit around his crown.
“That’s not fair, Wheeler,” she says, directly confronting the affront. “I’m human and not bee now. I’ve changed too. Baker *Bloch* over there lost his mask in, what was it, photo-novel 02? That’s about it for change for him.” Might as well have added a “Right Baker?” to complete the triangle of hate not love.
“But not like me,” Wheeler volleys back about the change. “Admit it.”
Hucka Doobie wasn’t going to admit nothing. And now she’s insulted Baker Bloch too, who glances back at her with a rather icy look with his two still dead eyes, no change there either.
“I’d like to hear about Frank’s Moving Castle,” says round, green Grassy Noll in his toy avatar voice across the table. Everyone had forgotten he was there, more fading. “If you’ve finished your ROW, that is!” His voice raised, he quickly turns a bright beet red from the top down to the surprise of all. Let’s end there.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0615, Bogota, Boos, Cement Village, Frank's Moving Castle, Goikyland
00500614
He’d finished the so-called Game of Life, retirement reached and final paycheck secured. But thanks to a state pension the Paydays keep coming in the game *after* Life, what we can call this Afterlife after the place Newt’s arcade here is located, already seen earlier in section 06.
Yes, we’ve returned to the subject of Omega, as in Our Second Lyfe continent this time. Here we have not as much a second life per se but just the second *half* of life, taking into account all the extra time one has, the overall quality of that increased time raised due to getting the right amount of exercise, sleep, so on. Right foods. Not wasting away in an ultimately dead job going nowhere. Going *somewhere* now. To death? Sure, but really having a lot of fun along the way. Exploring a true calling, my actual job all along, waiting for me at “the end”. So to me, the game called LIFE only has it half right. And also Second Life too, which is just a game nested in Real Life.
“Have a good 1st day of the rest of your life, sir,” spoke arcade attendant Charise, knowing what he just played.
“I sure will!”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0614, C2077, New Island, Omega
00500613 (Omega sign)
Frank waited and waited. He heard sounds within. Someone was there (!). Being recreated as it turned out. Overt religious messages were fading from the truck as well as the mtn. behind. Everything was becoming alien oriented, JESUS, for example, being reconstructed as 6EQUJ5, “Love is Universal” turning into “Life is Universal”. Would he approve?
Again: no.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0613, collages 2d, Greenup, GTA
