Before hopping into the shower, Shelley/Wheeler decides to assume that pose again she saw Bigfoot take in Concrete WA and stare at the results in the mirror before her. *Am* I Bigfoot? she couldn’t help think with her library eyes in place, no need for aiding glasses any more, a block to deeper knowledge. All Knowledge. Especially given that she could animated herself this way in the first place. Library… might as well call it “built in”. Thanks to a witch. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0513, Google Street View, New Island, Omega, Washington
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“Well… there they are. Martian boos in equal parts black and white, amassing above poor little Tungaske from the east, buildings seemingly numbered for conquest purposes. City limits threatened to become cemetery limits; no one left to live here.
“Only the west can save them, switching dawn to dusk. Bigfoot.”
And so it went down in the small Canadian hamlet. Artists, thank gods for artists.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0509, Boos, Canada, Canada/Tungaska, Google Street View, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, New Island, NVFS, Omega
“Dangit! A gallery this time??”
Second Lyfe terrain over there in the corner, he spotted. Second Lyfe terrain highlighted in the picture above it, he also noticed (“12 Pound Mouse Mound”). He was quick like that. Terrain attracts terrain? he thought crazily. But turns out he wasn’t that far off. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0507, Boos, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, New Island, NVFS, Omega
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At 39:00 she begins to enter the thickest of the green grass, and I specify green here because any color of grass could come up in Starfield on any given planet, any given biome. Here: Schrodinger VIIIa, the only moon our ever walking Gemilly Niceniece substitutes for an actual planet in her perpetual 7+ hour journey across seven Earth-like spheres.
Thus the ringed giant in the skies, the thing (sphere) being orbited. We’ve been here before. Except emphasizing red in the captured screenshot below from photo-novel 49, a savannah biome as opposed to the mountain biome pictured above. See what I mean?
Back to the present one, Gemilly soon stops at the presence of two green stones atop a big gray rock and knows a choice must be made.
At 44:00, precisely before a fade to black and standing in the same position, she gazes up at the rings again. I’m starting to think this has all been timed out. I believe she’s thinking of death. TBC?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0505, New Island, Omega, Schrodinger VIIIa, Starfield
“There! That’s what was on the map above where I went. Boos! Not booze as in alcohol. Something different. A creature!”
“This exact creature,” I tried to clarify. “White not black.”
“White not black,” he said. “Open mouth. Ready to attack, it seemed. Or swallow.” And swallow it did, he realized.
“How did it start?” I asked perfunctorily, as I had to. Still reading the script, you see. In the past.
“With the body. I found myself… climbing up a body. Skin to begin. Then more as I continued, inevitably ending up… at the end. Metal; a pipe, a long dark pipe about yea high to me in my state at the time.” He was raising his hand above his head as far as he could.
“Iowa?” I jested.
“Pipewold!” he said, staring at me, as if I wasn’t taking him seriously enough. I thought of Newt/Baker here. This is something (nonsensical) that Newt/Baker would say to ease the tension, add in a bit of levity. I was becoming him, I realized. Losing the body myself. This was my exploration as well as Karl’s. I had to find a new one. Or else… back to the Concrete indicated grave I came from.
“The pipe, the entrance, represents the end of the seen and the beginning of the unseen,” I continued philosophically. “Neptune,” I put it in a word. “Neptune is in there. Beyond the Mars where you began and the Uranus where you entered. Did you find Neptune beyond the Mars, Karl? Did you?”
He wasn’t sure (!).
Later on — in the present I suppose — I found out that, yes indeed, he went back to Iowa once more. Through the back door as it were, Alpha switching places with Omega. White to Black again. Amazing synchronicity!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0504, Cement Village, Iowa, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, New Island, NVFS
The dandelion indicated we were in the right place this time. Day 03.
Print of the famous “American Gothic” painting by Grant Wood inside the mysterious, buried structure that somehow still provides a walkable, perhaps livable space within…
… altered a bit from another angle to show a more hidden truth. Just like with the Indians, women often find themselves in the middle which unfortunately is in the way. Might have to get rid of them too in the end.
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“Stand back, Opine… Opp, or whatever. You’re just a boy. I’ll go in instead. It’s safer for me.”
And so Karl Johnson or Johnston or whatever enters New Island’s infamous Pipewold realm. From the future. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0503, New Island, Omega
“You did *what* to your hair?”
“I dyed it. Black. Like the witches do.”
“Witches? Doo?”
“Yeah. Like, you know, Hazel, ha ha.”
“*Never* joke about that name, Shelley,” I reprimanded. First communicating with the wrong Day earlier in the day, then this. Day 02 I suppose.
“Oh, Father. You’re so… *backwaters*.”
“Backwaters?” I questioned again.
“Yeah, you know. In the sticks. Backwaters. It’s what all the hip kids are saying about old people stuff like that. Kind of a continuation of backwards — more your style of word.”
“And I suppose this has something to do with that New Island you’ve been hanging around lately. With, who is it, Eddy?”
“Edward.” My Eddy, she thinks, her old boyfriend and new husband in one.
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We need to go back to the top of Mt. Sandraman next, she pondered later after the phone call ended with tense, terse goodbyes. Maybe have a picnic up there and take in the view and see where we are in our relationship… to the island. The villa we had our eye on is still unavailable to our disappointment. Many things are gone from the island we knew, she laments. But one object has remained stable down through the years now. The *exit* from Pipewold at 242 121 MacMorris. Just like Opp went through many years ago, entering as a boy but coming out a full blown man. And then what Mabel rediscovered when she visited the island later. It’s just like with the Indians. A proposed 2fer1 (241) by the damnable invading white people for land division. Wouldn’t work then and won’t work now. The entrance is gone and that’s how you get in. You can’t go in through the out door. One way.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0502, New Island, Omega
Fallout Guy spoke into the Pipboy 3000 attached to his right forearm. “No additional synchromystic activity noted on the Magenta Girls’ peninsula at The Straight.” He pauses, then: “One additional note. The sim the peninsula is located within is Girenzi, which in Our Second Lyfe is presently followed by sims Girl and then Girls. The property at the tip of the peninsula is called Bad Girls. That is all.”
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And with this The Straight simply went away, having been absorbed into the newly forming se corner of the Omega continent and thus losing its unique “edge” quality. No traversing into Utah from it any longer. We’d have to find another way.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0417, Omega, The Straight, Utah
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“Safe Zone… Safe Hub,” Ghost Gorilla Harambe’s always roommate, sometimes lover Hank “Halfwit” Graphite said to himself, with chosen nickname to disguise his amazing brilliance of mind. Like a diamond it is.
He was figuring out stuff again today. “128, 128,” he continues. “The portal must be (Hank turns and points) directly west of here.” He jumps back into his little red car and drives to the edge of Vilania.
“Shouldn’t be so obvious about it,” he grumbled while passing through.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, Utah, Omega, Mountain Lake, The Straight, 0416, 0050
“Son of Man,” he uttered disgustingly while approaching the man on the cliff. “*Sun* of Man. How could I fall for such a load of… well, *bunk*!” It was the strongest word he still dare hurl against his once beloved belief, his beloved former lord and savior and spokespersons thereof. No C word yet, no S word.
Then staring at the surrounding landscape far below he got an idea. He had to get rid of the new to return the old. Just like a certain island we’ll get back to soon. Switching to a dream more in the daylight, he positioned himself directly behind the *cult* leader while drawing his gun. Yeah, CULT. “Turn around,” he said. “*Me.*”
*POP*. Someone else had to fall for the same thing.
Dusk again, Jack merely spat a goodbye to his former guru and returned to the city, his job here done, he felt. But daydreams would linger… TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0413, GTA, Massachusetts, New Island
Sunklands 