M is for Myg

With the high-pressure, conflict ridden, soap-worthy lifestyle I’ve got, it’s damned often I’m in need of a getaway. So the LM for the hobo info railroad in Calleta dropped on me by Andromega was a welcome surprise the other day.

There was some messed up synchronicity in that too because I had just met Arcadia Asylum, and was talking to her about the City Mission she gave Gala for Section 8. The connection? Calleta is the original home of said mission build.

Anywho, the photo below was taken on my little hiatus - but in all honesty was totally inspired by a very similar shot taken by Andro.

So how about this joint then? The TP spot lands you in this hobo info hub that seems pretty much a nightmare at first, but first impressions aren’t always exactly right. I’ll tell you all about it if you keep reading.

When you first land at the hobo infohub railstation, you’re treated to this:

Basic ugly prims with information attached, like any normal infohub would have. This one has some redeeming qualities though. Like cozy cardboard lean-tos.

And free hobovision for all.

Any infohub is annoying if you ask me, since it’s usually a PG sim and rampant with inexperienced lifers. I’m not so high and mighty as all that, hatin’ on noobs and all, really. There’s lots of people who come along who are new and also cool. But it’s also often you go to a place with a lot of new people who say, “Can I have sex? Will you give me money?” and I got little patience for that shit.

So I was about ready to go hellfire on the place when I first got there because of all the incessant gesturing. My favorite one to hate? Why, “fuck his head” of course, which was played over and over and over by these two cretins below. I just assumed they were new, but my bad. They both had more time than me. Obviously, they’re both in 7th grade. At least developmentally speaking.

My nerves were so shot after about 10 minutes of that I was, god’s truth, ready to just start shooting, PG sim or not. Not that I can’t take a gesture once in awhile, but shit goddamn, that’s all these two did, back and forth, over and over. And that’s just fucking annoying, I don’t care whether it’s the Hitler box, the Cake song or whatever. Even once is annoying enough.

I managed to restrain myself, hard as it was, and so then needed some solitude for a bit. Luckily Arcadia’s Mission was just up the hill. And like a Motel 6, the Mission in Calleta is true to its form in Little Philly. It was nice they left the light on for me and all, but unfortunately it made the stains on the mattress all that easier to see. And I without my sleeping bag…

After a fitful nap of tossing to shoo away bedbugs, I decided to go exploring a bit and rode my riot bike down to the pier.

Wow, what a stinky, nasty harbor - complete with tireswing!

Down on the pier I met some dude named Peet and his huge helmet. I won’t say what it made me think of first, but I will say that the first thing I said to him was, “My, that’s a big hat.”

He said he lived there, fighting to protect a dirty mattress in the corner of a cardboard house somewhere up on the hill. He asked me if I could tell his fortune and I lied and said no. I knew if I touched the deck it would give away the deepest secrets of my very own fate, and I wasn’t about to let on what that is.

But I’ll give you a hint - it probably goes a little something like this:

No doubt with the way my luck is headed and the way my dander’s been kicked up lately, soon enough you’re gonna see my ugly mygshot on a poster too. What’s gonna cause it to be there I can’t say just yet though.

I picked among the old catfood cans and beer bottles looking for scraps to make a meal out of. The diners in Calleta leave much to be desired, for sure. And I just kept thinking to myself, if things keep headed in the direction they’re going, I’m gonna end with my very own”WANTED” poster too.

I’m nearly certain of it.

This entry was posted on Tuesday, March 27th, 2007 at 12:00 am and is filed under Explorable, Second Life.