Intervention intention – met a stranger part xiv
Posted by myg
“Myg, we’re really worried about you.” Romana insisted.
I didn’t want to listen, but she was so damned earnest that it was pretty hard to blow her off.
I’d only been back from Paris 1900 (SLURL) a couple of days when they started in on me: “We had no idea where you were for days, you didn’t answer any IMs, you could have died, what’s with that whole sock monkey dancing dream, etc., etc., etc.” Same old, same old. But they had a reason to be worried.
My last disappearance was plenty spectacular and even I couldn’t deny that I’d come close to eating pavement, biting the dust as it were. Lucky for me that parachute was self-deploying because coming out of that blackout mid-fall off Le Tour Eiffel (SLURL), I had no idea I was even wearing one.
There were a lot of questions to be answered, such as, where the hell did that dress and the ice come from? God knows I haven’t got any taste or use for formal, so this was more than a little unsettling. So unsettling I almost forgot to wonder how I’d fallen off the Eiffel Tower in the first place.
I was in dire need of alcohol at that point, so wandered into the local bar looking for a hard pour of Absynthe. There I ran into some Harry Potter look-alike dude named Allotta.
He looked almost startled to see me walk into the bar – his face went all blank and then white like a zombie. He stared hard at me but I just buried my face in my drink and waited for the warm fuzzy.
Things got very weird when he he came up along side me, real close, snaked a clammy, rubbery arm around my waist and rasped alcoholic mutterings in my ear, “Where’s the dough? I thought you were going to leave it in the trunk of the car.” The dude was breathing down my damned neck like I knew something.
But I was clueless, as usual.
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Allotta what? Allotta bullshit, I’m thinking. What’s up with the spiked collar and tux shirt on that kid? He’s so emo he makes me look like G.G. Allin. And what about that octopus shoulder-pet? Did he name it? I’m thumbing through the phone book right now. (Nice that it’s a database that sorts by first names as well.) I think we need to talk to this joker. And you, Myg, have an appointment with Dr. Moody this week that you will not miss.
so i just got IP banned from SL. about fucking time the lindens actually do something.
i must say the way i went out was pretty epic. i linked together 21 simcrashers, went to anshe chung’s island and fired them all. truly, it was my magnum opus.
i’ll be back before too long, though. just spoof my IP and hardware and i can try for 50 simcrashers next time.
/me hands a brain shop ad to Torvald
“Get there ! I know you think you dont need it, but trust me… It’s serious, you need one fast ! Beware, during installation, it can be painful…first time.. you know”
Lisa smirks
LOL
sorry i don’t run around SL pretending to be a vampire/stripper/12 penised pink lion and then blog about it.
i guess actually trying to have fun instead of turning a game into SERIOUS BUSINESS makes me stupid.
No, I think it’s more that you’re intent on making other people unhappy because they don’t agree with your point of view that seems to indicate a mental short circuit. You’re way more serious than any of the “serious” people in SL in your reaction to their behavior. You should try to relax.
You know what I take very seriously? The fact that you are not taking the internet seriously enough. The internet is your soul. That’s why you fight so hard to not take it seriously. It owns you, just like it seriously owns me. Seriously, now. You have some serious fucking shit to sort through, because the internet owns your serious brain, and you’re not serious enough about taking it seriously. If you seriously want to discuss the severity of this seriousness issue any further, email my avatar your skype username and i’ll AIM you a picture of my ass photocopied on a 1985 xerox machine, which i uploaded to myspace and faxed to your mother.
serious business.
TOTALLY FUCKIN SERIOUS MAN
also, there is no y in absinthe
true, but there is me in meat
you’re a dumbass tor… investing more time to crash more sims, by spoofing your ip.
let me catch you, and i’ll turn your terror ass into some other places. padded walls much for you teenage angsty ass! and i am not kidding neither.
social engeneering is a part of gala life, and trust me, you would not be the first one on the www, that has been busted by the gala, or also known as *Mo***h!
(name withheld, since i am a internet celebrity)