M is for Myg

(Continued from “Met a stranger on a train” posted 4-11-07).

The rickety old subway car lurched to an awkward halt, throwing our whole mood off balance. Without words we emerged into the slum like divers erupting from an ocean of bad advertising and rank public restroom odors.

Out in the open air, a thick churning black death enveloped the block. I took several steps back and gagged, only to notice Andromega had selflessly donned some hellish freebie firefighter avatar and was ready to play hero in stark contrast to my “look the other way” heartless bitch role. Courageously he dashed to the blazing edifice, but then paused and looked at me in earnest.

“How do I look?” he asked.

“Brave” was all I could think to say. You’d have to be to be seen in public with such flat skin and crass features, especially if you’re a hottie like Andromega. But I will say, from this distance, he did indeed look like one of SL’s bravest.

With the best of intentions, he pummeled the door with the full force of his hard body. “Go save some prim babies!” I yelled, camera in hand. Unfortunately for the sake of photo ops, there was no actual door on the structure, and no phantom either. With no way in, there was no way to make the baby-rescue shot and submit it to the Avastar. Defeated, we were.

“Let’s get smokes” he said.

We wandered the streets for awhile, looking for the fabled Bodega. I’d heard of the place with its rich photo-textures and cheeky “don’t steal condiments” signs. I was growing ever more eager to find the place. I longed to microwave handfuls of ketchup packs, to fulfill my dream of randomly opening beverage coolers so the condensation would build up on the doors so I could then in primitive finger style print write

mYg <3 kEtchUp

Through abandoned trucks and burned out apartment complexes we searched the ghetto. We were almost ready to give up when suddenly it appeared, almost as though spontaneously hatched by the team of roosting pigeons cawing from the brightly colored awning.

“Ooooooooh” I said.

I skipped in through the door, stupid and giddy with anticipation. I wandered the aisles, my eyes drinking in rows of emtpy calorie products, food type items made with partially hydrogenated oils, cheap plastic toys destined to choke someone’s dog or toddler.

But something very strange happened to me then. I was helplessly drawn by some unconscious dark force from within. I tried to cry out for help, but Andromega had been morphed into a half-frog and couldn’t maintain his pixelage. He had to log. I felt my mind growing weaker and weaker until it was completely overtaken by a force stronger than any I’ve ever known. The last thing I remember seeing was this:

…to be continued…

Read Part III: Small Crimes

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This entry was posted on Thursday, April 12th, 2007 at 9:00 am and is filed under Burgess, Capers, Met a stranger, Second Life.