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Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Little People, Big Sim


On a visit to Caledon Tanglewood yesterday, I happened to encounter Oolon Sputnik, who is pursuing a project to photograph the X-Men as tinys. Certainly a fascinating idea. He was in his Cyclops costume, and fired an energy bolt from his visor for me.

Monday, April 23, 2007

The Slave and the Zombie

So what do I do now?

Today, Master V announced to me that he now had a new servant; one to occupy camping chairs for him, leaving him free to do whatever he wanted on the Grid while said servant brought in Lindons that Master would then harvest from him. I wondered about this -- even a slave such as myself has some rights, but this new "servant" was being treated as little more than a zombie, a mere placeholder for Master's benefit.

"I'll show him to you," Master told me, commanding me to dress.

We ported to a casino, where Master searched around for a few minutes, unable to locate his minion. Finally, he resorted to calling him up. S (or so I will call him) appeared soon afterward and stood before us, unmoving.

His clothes were plain, but his face was textureless white; cabalistic writing scrawled across it. "I didn't give him a face," Master explained. "He is nothing; a thing." I was disturbed and a little frightened by the soulless visage that turned in my direction.

Then Master V had to leave, and commanded both of us to be about our respective businesses. But as I ported away, I received a single IM message -- from S:

Please help me escape

There is someone there, behind the blank mask, someone who suffers. But what can I, a slave, do? Master punishes indiscretions readily; I shudder to think what he would do to me were I to aid another of his "possessions" in escaping him even if I knew how. Could S even survive as an independent being, or is he totally at the whim of his maker? Worse, what if this entire episode is an invention of Master, a trap to test my obedience?

I must think.

Sunday, April 22, 2007

The Case of the Disappearing Sim

I logged on today and got relocated to "a nearby location". So I TP'd to a neighboring sim and discovered that Sipiwesk was AWOL. The world Map didn't show anything out of the ordinary, like it usually does when a sim is offline.

A big hole where Sipiwesk ought to be

Sipiwesk appeared a little later on, so everything's OK -- for the time being.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Collar and Cuffs

I guess I should mention that for some time now, I have had a Master.

We met when I was making my usual rounds of the BDSM sites in SL, and I decided to submit myself to him, for as long as the relationship might last. Master V (as I'll call him here) is 8 time zones away from me, so sometimes it's a bit hard to get together. But I now wear his collar and look forward to the times when I can be his slave. He helped me choose a better skin -- to enjoy me better, he said.