Sometimes Sinner, Sometimes Saint

May as well come out with the gloves on. Read the rest of this entry »

So in UC, Murdoch, the 2nd-in-command “superior” to my character, managed to get himself into another fight tonight (Monday). Being the “I-want-to-protect-everyone” girl that she is, she gets involved. She can now add “poison-knife scar” to her list of battle scars, but the fight wasn’t as eventful as the last. That’s fine, though, really. It had its purpose in the plot, and that’s the important part. Read the rest of this entry »

So Undercity was kinda frustrating today in the getting-everyone-I-need-for-my-character-on-at-once sort of way. Out of the blue, I get an IM from one Koffeekid Smalls. He answered one of the questions I’d posed in this blog before, once again amazing me that anyone actually reads my rambling. (I do this as much to organize my own thoughts as anything else. Most of my RL “world” doesn’t “get” why I like the internet as I do, let alone why I’d even play Second Life, let alone again why I’d do so as a kid, so I can’t just vent on my RL blogs. Ever since I was an RL kid, writing things out helped me process them. ADD = thousands of threads screaming in the brain at once, and writing lets me grab one thread and focus on it.) Anyway. Then he asks me if I want to go visit his SL “home.” He TPd me over and I got to meet his SL-cousin, Adz, who I’ve met before, though not in that “role,” and his SL-mother, who again I’m pretty sure I’ve seen before, I think at a set her SL-husband did when I was a pretty new alt. It was kind of funny to meet someone who’s been in SL even longer than I have. XD Anyway, so I got to see parts of the house, and it’s HUUUUUUUUUUGE!!!!!! I’m continually amazed at the size of builds people pull off in SL. I tried to build a “book” for Mal, a 6-year-old Kitty-Fang in Undercity, to “learn to read” with, and that was, for me, a pain, and it’s just a flat box with a texture from The Cat in the Hat on it. Anyway. So Koffee and Adz showed me the family room, which had RL photos of everyone, and that was cool, though RL pictures in SL confused my brain every now and again, (doesn’t take much =-p ), and then I got to see the boys’ bedroom, which was neater than any RL boy’s room I’ve ever seen. XD (To match some of the guys I went to college with would, I think, involve enough prims to crash the sim. =-p ) Adz had Scouts today, and he must have eaten a lot of cookies, because he was bouncing off the walls, the ceiling, and everything else. It reminded me of Girl Scouts when I was an RL kid (I did that 1st grade through 4th,) and at the end of the day, my Ritalin was always wearing off, so some poor mom got to deal with me unmedicated, and I’ll be the first to admit I was a handful! XD So eventually he crashed off of sugarness, and logged off soon thereafter. Koffee and I talked about random stuffs. Apparently he read one of the same book series as a kid that I did, The Baby-Sitters Club, which I read just about every last book of, I think. Religion even came up at one point, and I normally can be kinda…hmmm…good word…”aggressive” will have to do at almost 2AM, in my “zeal” for my own faith, but the brain-mouth filter showed a random act of…function…please English, stop falling out of my brain, kthxbai! X_X Anyway, it was really cool, but then Koffee crashed because…SL’s Murphy’s Law said he had to, I think…I dunno. Anyway, I think his mom realized he’d logged off, probably because there was this lone green dot, a non-friend, i.e. me, where the yellow dot of her son had been, so she came up to make sure I was “alright,” I guess. I waited about half an hour, since I got tied up in some IMs anyway right after he crashed (actually, I think he might have frozen up before being logged, because he stopped responding kinda out of the blue.)

Oh yeah…Undercity should be interesting this week…Murdoch’s going to declare war yet again, I think, and there’s something at stake this time that means enough to my character that she will likely not argue him. She has her priorities, I guess. That girl basically “lives” on a partition of my own brain, like she’s a virtual machine, kinda. (Yes, I do have to geekify everything.) What’s annoying is when her emotions start to bleed through to me. I had one night I didn’t sleep a wink because the character had about a million thoughts in her brain and I couldn’t turn it “off.” (I also had a cold, but I was pretty much over it by that point.) My character’s like half me at 12, half me now, with a smattering of this, that, and whatever. She’s more contemplative than I was at that age, I think, but the nature of the RP almost dictates that she’d have to be. I also did a bit of “wishful thinking” with her, in that I gave her basically perfect parents, whereas I, the woman behind the keyboard, grew up in a house that would charitably be described as “emotionally abusive.”

Question of the moment (week, month, whatever I feel like): for those who do any kind of RP in SL (i.e. it’s not just a 3D chatroom for you, like it mainly is for me with my other avatar,) what kind of “limits” do you have, and why? I’ll start with one example: I would never consent to an RP situation, even in a place as grisly as Undercity, that involved my character, or any other character, being raped or anything like that. Besides the LL rules against child avatars and things sexual, there’s just some things that I think aren’t…appropriate, proper, something like that, to RP. I have 2 friends IRL who have been raped and one more sexually assaulted (that I know of,) and I went to high school with a schmuck who sexually harassed every girl in our instrument’s section except for me, (thanks be to God,) so that, to me, is just too serious to “trivialize” by using it in RP. Still, that’s my personal RP limit; what anyone else does is between them and whatever divinity they worship, even if that divinity is nothing more than themselves. I can only pray and do what I think is right, “lead by example,” I guess.

OK, I’m starting to make more and more mistakes, so I think it’s time for me to stop rambling and just post the dang thing.

(One aspect of this post reflective of how I wrote as an RL kid: paragraphs were my enemy, especially when typing! XD )

Nini!