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Back home, Andie and I have an argument about whether the color of Little Alamo is blue or green. Andie says green. “But your midsection,” I then notice from my position in front of her, the same one where it all started. “Is *that* blue?” I tested.
Andie looks down. “Same.”
“Same as in my opinion or same–”
“Same,” she cut me off here.
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“Perfection,” Mr. Babyface says about the Big E/Big Schwa on the table in front of him while huffing and puffing on his favorite tobacco brand Blue Pennant. Could have been talking about either blue, then. And this not long before his demise in that mysteriously appearing water funnel off the coast of Orgamast. Which he stares at here, realizing where he’ll die and then just as quickly forgetting about it, warning ignored.
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“You — we (she said after a pause) — have a Venus problem,” she summarizes, still standing before me with back turned to that interestingly colored, palm rimmed pool of non-Linden water. Placed there for a reason, I understood. Attractor.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0610, Jeogeot, Kidd Tower, New Island, Omega, Xilted
00500516
He stood before the passageway again, knowing a decision had to be made. As before, they had extra arms, as in fire. Faux bug exterminators Jason and Walter were awaiting orders. In or out in or out? Didn’t matter to them; all this was beyond their meager, silly brains, Lester thought. They couldn’t tell the fool’s gold, the physical stuff, from the real gold — this opening inside the Sphere he’s managed to finally crash beside. As bad as Philip with his 60th of 60 in the 6th or 90th of 90 in the 9th. Last in class whatever. 6 is just as bad as 9, merely a flip or reverse of the same. Then it hit Lester. The same, the *same*. The future and past are one! He didn’t have to make a decision. He could merely stand in place and let the so-called Hand of God do it for him. He opened himself up… to the Universe.
“Holland??”
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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
00500316 (Sphinx (riddle me this))
The silver swirling all about him coalesces into a tight, glinty circle around his wrist. The water changes, becoming lighter, airier. He can breath again! Maybe, somehow, he won’t drown in these murky Desert Reservoir #3 waters beneath the Book Cliffs he was thrown off of with severely slit throat and seemingly 0% chance of survival just minutes before — not just yet anyway. Walking again, yes, but still at the bottom. In response to this, the band starts pulling him up through the water toward the land of the living, upwards upwards. 4% 16% 64%… suddenly 100% chance he’ll make it, a pendulum swing of unfathomable proportions.
Then he’s back at the top as if nothing had happened, daydreaming, wondering what to eat for breakfast. Lunch? Maybe both in one. Whaddaya call that? Lukfast, that’s it. Just as improbable.
Soon an old beggar he gives money to in a nearby village hands him an old wooden key as a reward. And this is where we came in…
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0316, Crimson Desert, Utah
00500307 (Hand’s down 02 (continued zoom into just discovered Arkana-Arkawana circle from angle))
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0307, Arkansas
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“I can’t believe that worked! I CAN’T be-lieve that WORKED!! Ahh hahahahahahaha!!! Trapped in the STONE he is, back at that cursed woodwinded place. My replacement HO! Suck-aaaaaaaaaahhh!!!” Roger Pine Ridge does a little jig on the spot, then approaches the big painted rock, lights a fag located conveniently (along with a lighter) in his pants pocket, draws deep, and then blows a prolonged stream of smoke right in HER face. The cursed astronaut who set all this in motion in the first place. “WHIT-SOOOON,” he spat out, satisfied to no end with the tobacco and the revenge.
Sounds behind him. He turns.
“MARTY!!! Where you been???” He was holding a woodwind thus still Paul, still dead. TBC?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0304, Google Street View, Iowa
00500302 (The Heartland)
Soon he’d forgotten he had weapons and armor in the first place and was instead doing a bit of light grocery shopping for the Kennedys down in the hollow who were both sick on Pill (highly contagious!). Backwards Iowa just did that to people, brought them back to Earth where they came from, made them care about their fellow humans again because there wasn’t a lot else to care about in this corn invested place of a state. Jack the husband said he wanted Kaboom cereal which he was trying to find. Fellow sugar addict and loving wife of 57 years Marge said that she preferred Lucky Charms so when he located the aisle with the cereal he’ll pick up a box of that too. Both were blind to the fact that this high sugar intake left them vulnerable to diseases like The Pill, lowered their natural immune defenses. “5 dollars should cover it all,” Jack said while handing him the bill before he climbed back up the hill into town again but he was living in the 20th Century still so Karl knew it would take quite a bit more than that to buy the stuff they requested. Luckily more in-tune-with-the-times Marge slipped him another 5 as he was going out the door — still not quite cutting it but maybe getting close enough where he could cover the rest with the two dollars a boy gave him earlier in the day for fixing a flat tire on his bicycle. That’s when he discovered he could be kind as well as mean, a kind of first in his weighed down, ghetto constricted life.
As he was checking out, he overheard bits of a conversation from the couple behind him, something about Hy-Vee here not being the grocery store it started out as, and in turning into a large chain it had lost that small village feel which made it so special in the first place. “Not like Beaconsfield, no,” said the husband of the two, obviously having a memory of this place in his head. Beaconsfield, huh, Karl thought. He’d register the name in his brain as Carla the Clerk’s register ran up $11.92 in total for the cereal. Phew! Just made it. TBC?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0302, Iowa
00500301 (When in Rome)
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Might as well give this so-called Abyss a try since I’ve managed to come across a key, lucky me. Not expecting much honestly, given what the game has had to offer so far. Entering…
Hypercube, huh. *Kind of* interesting. Resonant with some of my own stuff anyway. Desert of a story no more as promised by The Others? We’ll see. Passing through…
Iowa, *dangit*! Should’ve guessed. Different type of sand. One made of corn. Aw shucks, I suppose. And I lost my armor and weapons in the transition *sigh*. Must be a security thing. Have to fight off the locals by hand. Maybe procure some more weapons in a pillaged house or something. Here we go!… TBC?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0301, Crimson Desert, GTA, GTA old, Iowa
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Turns out there was already a band called The Mosquitoes that appeared on “Gilligan’s Island” during the 60’s so Shelley decided to return the name Silver to her own band, reverting them to the Silver Mosquitoes. “Never mind the ‘Gilligan’s Island’ band was mythical and not real,” she said to anyone who cared at the time. “It’s still something that people might remember and then get confused about. We’re *not* mythical, he he he.” They were primarily a Beatles cover band here so Shelley thought the addition back of Silver was appropriate in that way too, further tribute to what she and all other members of her present band, save one, thought of as the greatest rock group of all time and who were, yes, once known as the Silver Beetles before they gained fame and notoriety and substituted an A for an E in the remaining part of their name. They weren’t on that level, she knew. They may never grow out of their Silver phase, cover band forever. But she still had plans. Was the lone non-Beatles fan No Lag still a part of that? We’ll perhaps see in parts 03-06 or 07 if not the present one. Back to the action… TBC
passing back of the “silver band”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0210, California, Oceania
Sunklands 