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November 6, 2026 · 7:44 am

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I’ve looked and peered and looked all around Rodentia but never spotted this below-street stream and its dual waterfalls until this morning. Can’t believe it.

And then *another* previously unk. falls after a long straightway when you round a bend. Pretty f-ing amazing.

True, in person it doesn’t look as large as the photos above might indicate but still, combined with all the other finds in the area… breakthrough. The energy of old Sunklands has somehow passed into Rodentia.

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“The energy of old Sunklands has somehow passed into Rodentia, Prince. Pretty f-ing amazing, huh?”

“Just shoot the ball my raspberry lady cake girl woman and let’s get this over with.”

“Exploring, right; no time to lose.” She shoots the ball, swishes it per usual, slapping a big fat H on Prince’s humbled head standing for HORSE along with the other two. And then just later about 200 meters to the west they found a quite unique one called Harry also with an H. What are the odds?

“Careful with that mane, my raspberry gal person dumpling cutie. Could be radioactive!”

“Oh he’s a sweetie. Aren’t you Harry. Besides, silly musician human. I can’t be harmed. Not here. Not in Our Second Lyfe. Not… ever. Her heart was still made of steel as in you can’t steal it. This was her ultimate morning message to him.

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November 6, 2026 · 7:44 am

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It was a sinkhole in the middle of town, accessible from nowhere and nothing. A hidden cubby hole, with a cub ta boot (Tony the lime green bear cub; see: left).

Here she could smoke her white sticks and think in private, away from all the hubbub. A hub of inactivity. Who to invite here? Prince? Nah — she needs to get away from the driven musician, think about what he’s said. She can acquire a heart, much like the Tinman of Oz but here a Tinwoman. That’s it: I’ll have guests come in here and tell their story, like Tin Lizzy of Cyberpunk 2077 fame, another musician, another maid of metal. But — later (on all that). First I need to think for myself and myself only (puff puff).

After a couple more puffs, Tony is able to give his own opinion on the subject. “Start with Red.”

Red? she thinks. Who’s Red?

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November 5, 2026 · 9:29 pm

00520310 (modeling)

“The snapshots were of me, silly! Look!”

A mouth, an eye, she thought while posing in that way, that fashion, smiling all the time through the vulnerability. Wish it were that simple. Would he see through the lie?

“I have another place we can go,” Prince said.

“Old man Johnson’s farm?” she jested, automatically putting the photos away for another day by stepping off the stand. She straightened her MS grace skirt; smoothed out the wrinkles. Not on her watch.

“Ha ha. I *wish*. But… I have to get back to old man McGee — breaking my balls, you know,” Prince thought to say to extend the humor. “Lunch break’s almost over. Oh a shame, such a shame, tsk tsk tsk,” he adds while playfully looking her over.

“Ha ha,” she uttered in turn, truly smiling now. Were they in sync? There were differences from the archetypal one, the one that he sang about, that would peck you a kiss from the back of the motorcycle as easy as the wind blowing through their hair. Obviously not as “easy” (loose). He’d have to properly woo her to win her over; luckily he’s graced with patience and charm and wit as well as passion. But to that new location…

——

“*This* is what I can give you, my Raspberry Girl, my raspberry cake — lady. A heart.” tbc?

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November 4, 2026 · 12:00 am

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He was persistent, this man who was also now a symbol, as of the gold shocker he just experienced (319). And I guess I had to respect that. He kept digging and digging, deeper and deeper. Alysha/Raspberry Girl was grilled again and again, this time in Kummiho whose closest name in the Oracle comes in the form of Kummer, Washington (state). So Mago is Mango as we’ve seen in the first post of this here section (shared mango drink of big and little Shelley in that sim), Kumiho is Kummiho kind of after Kummer, Baedka is Baederwood after Baederwood PA (it is, after all, a *forest* sim; densely wooded), Arang is Rea (Rea ID with a var. name of Arangee), and then, lastly so far, Dokken Hollow (AR) for Dokkaebi, the first Rodentia sim renamed back in the original post on the subject from early in photo-novel 48, a long time ago it seems. Time operates differently in the photo-novels as opposed to real life. I’ve speculated that 8 1/2 years of our time equals 1 year in My Second Lyfe and I suppose the ratio can be applied to photo-novel time as well, since the majority of them are still set in that virtual reality. But back to Prince and the grilling…

“Okay, my raspberry girl who I created after all, you’ve told me the source of all the Rodentia sim names you and/or your user concocted,” he spoke down. “Now tell me about *you*.” tbc

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November 1, 2026 · 8:41 am

00520305 (most beautiful)

Afterwards Prince goes outside, stares in the direction of the Baederwood forest. Those yellower trees in the distance? Just a screen for the *real* 3-D woods behind it. He’ll make sure this facade never appears in his reality again. Derender power ON.

Because he’s seen too much over here, too much to forget. Something perfect and shiny and pure, he thinks. No waist… no waste.

Then just like that the vision ended, deformed, twisted *ugly* wasted or waisted body returned on the floor before him. Arthur’s sentence was over. He’ll never experience gold.

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October 31, 2026 · 7:51 am

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Early Halloween morn, still groggy from the night before, he spied her in front of the swamp shack just down the grassy lane from his own property. “Well well well, whadowehavehere?” he said to himself and also perhaps to me the author. “Another probable reality? *She* made it through the forest, the center. Old Wheeler Alysha but with a twist, a raspberry one. Good good good! With the beret on top of her, seems like I’ve seen to live another day once more. Let’s go over and greet her.”

“Oh thank Gods. I was just sitting her on the pier waiting for someone like you to show up, PHEW. A man. A real man. Help me inside with Luther. We have to get rid of the evidence!”

“Evidence?” he said, mounting the pier and walking up to her. Another twist, ha! This Halloween just keeps getting juicier and juicier.

Turns out Luther was a man but also a symbol. Symbol Man. Waisted (Prince wakes up?).

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December 5, 2024 · 7:47 pm

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I may have found a home in upper lower right left central Nautilus, continent that is, search at least ended for now. It could be enough, despite being only a room and access to a “collective” basement called The Crypt, spookily enough. Maybe there’s a reason the rent was so cheap!

The candy sentry is still present from photo-novel 25 when the Mosses — Fern, Lichen and, ahem, Redd, the red one — lived here, still looking out for intruders on his land. My Candy Shoppe didn’t make it the last time, existing for only a couple of weeks before deletion. But I have a different plan this time. Maybe the sentry can’t see *in*, as in the house he looms outside of and stares away from. I join the appropriate group so that I can rez objects and set up in my room there, also placing my newly bought barrel in the cellar. Let’s go with wine. Superb; somewhat costly but not too costly, especially for the quality. Gotta start somewhere I figure, and middle is often the safest and wisest choice between upper and lower.

We’ll see if I can stay longer this time.

(to be continued)

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October 26, 2023 · 2:59 pm

“Wobbly…

“… she was in the head, just having finished her stiff drink. But she knew.”

Laura was reporting back to Dolores, the Big Boss of Big Sandy. Just across Big Channel she was. Somewhere. Laura had her phone number at least. She continued speaking into her cell after receiving message after message earlier. “Call me”, “Call me”, “Call me”, they read. “We need to talk,” was the implication, “we need to catch up. I’m here to help.”

She was on my council, perhaps as a counsel.

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“I had a dream there was not one giant bug but many, weaving a grid so regular it acted as a prison. I was back in Meat City, the Utah part after Broadwater and Rockaway Beach and the Osbournes and Kuradov but before the big bend away from all that at Rhodenwald. The part that’s *locked up* with (Utah’s) Kamas in other words.”

Kamas reduced to Kama was too close to Karma, she knew. And Laura also from a defunct place called Strong Karma — resonance.

“You must focus on Big Sandy right now as best as you can,” she advised. Until the end of section 05 of this here present photo-novel was the hidden meaning. I think.

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I knew the Silver King Grill was a stand in for Strong Karma (SK). And although defunct, I knew where its spirit lived on, then. New Eden.

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August 1, 2023 · 2:44 pm

mayor

He remembers that island, small in size but big in passion. Alysha. How did I measure up so short?

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“Thank you for the huge bowl of patriotic soup bowl, Herbert. It does cheer me up, warms my heart. Whatever was left of it after the Abyss Absorption.”

“AA,” said Herbert Glenn Gold to this. He remembers it more by the initials. He only learned the meaning of the initials at age 17, after all the really spooky visions of the event had faded along with his imagination. Spiders, spooks and goblins he dimly recalls through the Age of Newton that had taken control since. Hard to go back to Jasper once it’s done and you go through the secret, basically invisible door. To adulthood — manhood. And I mean that for everyone. Because of the whole Newton angle. The giving of the big bowl of soup was the equivalent of giving a teacher an apple for, hopefully, good favors ahead. A is for Apple after all, and an A++ is a really big one — full of steam, it seems. He had done good, he felt. He deserved what he wished for. Promotion. Alysha back. The works.

“I recall — you like the initials,” said Mid-Hazel, about ready for the big reveal. “Helps to cope with the reality. I wish I had that luxury.”

“I only wish you the best moving forward,” Herbert Glenn Gold said rather naively, rather transparently. Mid-Hazel, in her almost infinite wisdom thanks to, ahem, AA, could see through it pretty clearly, unlike the bottom of an opaque lake. She notes the (anti-)name as a good place to take a rest and maybe a picnic in the afterlife — nice ring to it; easy to remember. Sometimes she desires not to see bottoms. If man (everyone) was meant to view that man would have been born with eyes on his fanny (etc.).

“I’m… dying, Herbert. No no no: no pity.” Herbert fakes a gasp then stifles a yawn. He’d known about this for days, almost centuries he felt. The Big Reveal dragged on and on… and on. This was about the 100th, nay, 1000th time she’d said this to him. And still she keeps on keeping on: doesn’t change much in appearance when he returns. Why does she keep telling me this? he wonders.

But then he takes another gander. Big, goofy eyes this time. Sewed up mouth. He recalls way way back. Yes, this was an original form. He’d only seen it in pictures. Just after AA, he realized. Maybe the old hag was really dying; not crying wolf again.

Opaque Lake, Mid-Hazel thought, staring at the golden figurines before her. Pre-AA here I come!

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July 1, 2023 · 9:42 am

the scene of the anomaly

As expected, the multicolored cubes weren’t there any longer at the Cowabunga trailer site. Nor the red headed, black cone hat topped witch I believe named Alysha at the time. Or so she said. After saying hello in a quite ordinary voice for a superior being, she explained the scene, the anomaly. 25 or 26 cubes, all the colors of the alphabet, she said, except perhaps minus one, she added.  Maybe the I, she guessed, she indicated.  If so, that I might be me, I realized, in the here, in the now. I stood before the now vacated trailer plot, ready for the next step. Northwest, I decided. Into the foothills of the mountains. Toward Carumba.

It was actually a pretty big leap instead of a small step to begin. Up we go!

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