Police Blotter Round-Up: Redux

Another round of Police Blotter Round-Up! YeeHaw!

Date: Monday, January 7, 2008

Violation: Community Standards: Disturbing the Peace, Ad Content

Region: LiaisonLand

Description: Repetitive spamming unwanted adverts.

Action taken: Warning issued.

You know, I am spammed twenty-four seven by ads in real life. I am spammed twenty-four seven by ads in Second Life. So why is Liaison land sacred ground? When I go to church the back of the daily bulletin is plastered with ads. During one homily the pastor was a dead ringer for a TV ad. E-surance, I think it reminded me of.

I am spammed in IMs, in group notices, and in simple public chat by ads. Disturbing the peace, sure, but would I warn someone over "Ad Content"? Are you seriously telling me that the Lindens never checked their email and got a Viagra advert? Did they email their Internet provider and demand "purdygurl@goozle.com
" be warned for inappropriate content. I just hit delete, and block the address. There is a button in the corner, Lindens and whoever AR'd this, it's called the Mute button. Use it.

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Date: Sunday, January 6, 2008

Violation: Disturbing the Peace: Repetitive Content, Spamming

Region: Orientation Island Public

Description: Chat and sound spam.

Action taken: Suspended 1 days.

Spamming is now a bannable offense? Hey everyone, stop using your gestures. It might be spamming! Whatever happened to telling people to just use the mute button? Sure, it's orientation island, and the Lindens don't want new people to get the wrong impression, but wouldn't you rather have them learn how to use the mute button now instead of later?

I really hope this doesn't become a standard policy, because vindictive people will abuse this. If there is an argument, my opponent can say I'm spamming my opinion and get me investigated and held up, which in a debate is total loss. After all, in a debate you aren't trying to convince your opponent, you're trying to convince the viewers you're right. If you have a 'criminal' record, you lose. After all, how could a crook be right, right?

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Date: Sunday, January 6, 2008

Violation: Community Standards: Disturbing the Peace

Region: Sandbox Goguen

Description: Sound spam.

Action taken: Warning issued.

Same thing as the two above. Someone must have woke today, and said, "Gee, spammers chip my block." Freedom of speech is a lovely double edged sword. FOr those insistent that LL is a company and not subject to the Bill of Rights, their old line used to be "Your world, your imagination" and "We only moderate when there is cheating/griefing/etc". But of course, there is no SL constitution so Lindens are not bound to be consistent. Fun!

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Date: Sunday, January 6, 2008

Violation: Disturbing the Peace: Misuse of Public Spaces

Region: Sandbox Goguen

Description: Selling in the sandboxes.

Action taken: Warning issued.

...Okay. This is crime now? What about those giant Mr Lee Hong Kong ads by the Linden roads? Those ads are misusing public space. Why is selling a misuse? There is always going to be some two-bit nobody hawking something or other on a street corner. With more people unwilling or unable to buy land or rent store space, they are going to see an increase of these kinds of things. Really, they shouldn't force this as an offence.

And who in Nunchuck's virtual earth reported this as an offence? I'd love to meet the guy who AR'd someone for this. I'd just love to know the thought process behind it. OH MY NUNCHUCK, NOT A MERCHANT! TRYING TO SELL ME THINGS IN EXCHANGE FOR MY MONEY!?!

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Date: Sunday, January 6, 2008

Violation: Community Standards: Disturbing the Peace

Region: Sea of Intrigue3

Description: Prim littering.

Action taken: Suspended 1 days.

Finally, someone taking a stance against people who litter prims. There are sandboxes for these kinds of things. Sandboxes are a dime a dozen. There are public ones, and private ones which people will generously open to you. You don't need to litter infohubs, private property, and parks with your silly experiments. There are too many better alternatives, and claiming you can't find a sandbox is pure laziness on your part.

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Date: Sunday, January 6, 2008

Violation: Terms of Service: Gambling

Region: Dryas

Description: Wagering items.

Action taken: Warning issued.

A ha! I hoped one of these would make it in! Lovely policy! This truly shows me the Lindens are hard at work staying true to their word!

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Date: Sunday, January 6, 2008

Violation: Community Standards: Assault, Scripted Objects

Region: Dura

Description: Assaulting others in safe region.

Action taken: Warning issued.

I guarantee you the person in question here will get another warning within a week.

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Date: Sunday, January 6, 2008

Violation: Community Standards: Harassment, Verbal Abuse

Region: Sexy Land

Description: Verbal language abuse

Action taken: Warning issued.

"Sexy Land"? Verbal Abuse? Why am I not surprised? TO be honest, if I were a Linden and I saw this AR, I'd assume it was some kind of BSDM. Another good AR, though, since this kind of thing should never be tolerated.

Even at Sexy Land.

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Date: Sunday, January 6, 2008

Violation: Community Standards: Indecency, Mature Content

Region: Plum

Description: Abusive language in welcome area

Action taken: Suspended 1 days.

I do wish sometimes they'd include a transcript of the language. It is probably all the same junk, but you would find a few gems in there. ONe in a million would find a way to be imaginatively offensive.

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Date: Sunday, January 6, 2008

Violation: Community Standards: Disturbing the Peace

Region: Violet

Description: Language abuse and pushing residents

Action taken: Suspended 3 days.

Same old, same old. I've seen hordes of these kinds of offenders in action. They're more annoying than harmful. It does grate on you after a while. It's telling that of the three total Abuse Reports I have filed in my 1.3 years of SL, two have been against these kinds of idiots.

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Date: Sunday, January 6, 2008

Violation: Community Standards: Disturbing the Peace

Region: Tipsico

Description: Prim litter in private home

Action taken: Warning issued.

See above. Prim littering a Private home is just obvious assholelery. Even the slowest of people realize that you tend to stay off someone's property.

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Date: Sunday, January 6, 2008

Violation: Community Standards: Harassment, Verbal Abuse

Region: Hyles

Description: Language abuse

Action taken: Suspended 1 days.

Good Lord, people have foul mouths, don't they?

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Date: Sunday, January 6, 2008

Violation: Community Standards: Assault, Scripted Objects

Region: Isabel

Description: Use of weapons

Action taken: Warning issued.

And trigger fingers as well, it seems.

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Date: Saturday, January 5, 2008

Violation: Community Standards: Indecency, Mature Content

Region: Ahern

Description: Inappropriate language around Welcome Area.

Action taken: Suspended 1 days.

Ha. Aha ha. HAHAHAHAHHA. Ahern gets one lowly AR? That's it? Anyone who's been to Ahern for an hour knows just how rancid that place can be. I'm honestly surprised that the police blotter isn't rife with reports from Ahern. I can only assume they just chuck all reports from Ahern into a barrel and write the whole place off as hell in a handbasket.

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Date: Saturday, January 5, 2008

Violation: Terms of Service: Gambling

Region: TROPICANA

Description: Wagering item.

Action taken: Warning issued.

Another one! That's two! Let's see if we get a hat trick!

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Date: Saturday, January 5, 2008

Violation: Disturbing the Peace: Parcel Encroachment

Region: Campbell Plateau

Description: Prims overlapping other plots.

Action taken: Suspended 1 days.

I'll bet you anything this has something to do with skyboxes. There are always skybox issues with regards to overlap. Up 500 meters into the sky, you can't tell where your parcel ends and another begins. Chances are, I'll bet the person who filed this was passive aggressive who never even bothered to confront the offender first.

I find SL is full of people like this. If you're going to hate me, just out and say it. I'm an adult, I can handle it if I add one more person to the four billion that hate me. It's okay, really.

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Date: Saturday, January 5, 2008

Violation: Disturbing the Peace: Parcel Encroachment

Region: Hwanin

Description: Prim overlapping others land.

Action taken: Warning issued.

...ugh

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Date: Saturday, January 5, 2008

Violation: Community Standards: Disturbing the Peace

Region: Phoenix Productive

Description: Mega prim littering.

Action taken: Suspended 1 days.

Prim littering... WITH MEGA PRIMS! Yawn. (So boring I also yawned in real life upon reading this, if you can believe it. I give you my word).

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Date: Saturday, January 5, 2008

Violation: Community Standards: Assault, Scripted Objects

Region: Jeogori

Description: Harassing residents in multiple regions.

Action taken: Suspended 7 days.

More shootings.

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Date: Saturday, January 5, 2008

Violation: Community Standards: Disturbing the Peace

Region: Milarepa

Description: Prim littering.

Action taken: Warning issued.

More prim littering.

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Date: Saturday, January 5, 2008

Violation: Community Standards: Disturbing the Peace

Region: Sandbox Island Extension

Description: Harassing residents.

Action taken: Warning issued.

More harassment.

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Date: Saturday, January 5, 2008

Violation: Community Standards: Disturbing the Peace, Ad Content

Region: LiaisonLand

Description: Spamming residents with unwanted adverts.

Action taken: Suspended 1 days.

More 'Ad Content'. Oh noes!

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Date: Saturday, January 5, 2008

Violation: Community Standards: Disturbing the Peace

Region: Help Island 3

Description: Prim littering.

Action taken: Warning issued.

More littering.

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Date: Saturday, January 5, 2008

Violation: Community Standards: Assault, Scripted Objects

Region: Help Island Public

Description: Assaulting others in safe region.

Action taken: Warning issued.

More assault.

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Date: Saturday, January 5, 2008

Violation: Community Standards: Disturbing the Peace

Region: Sandbox Goguen

Description: Spamming items.

Action taken: Warning issued.

More spam.

This 4 hour police blotter jog has opened my eyes. I now know I can report people for placing ads. I know the gambling ban is about as effective as the War on Drugs. And I learned that it's really annoying copying and pasting and formatting the blotter into blogger.

White Labcoats

Today I bought a white labcoat.

So You Want To Be An Absolute Ruler

Today's dictators just do not know how to do the job. They're weak and incredibly obvious. What's the fun of being an evil dictator if the United States bombs you out of existence a scant year later? Stalin had a nice little gig in Russia going. Saddam wasn't doing so bad for his part until he invaded a US oil interest.

They have to play their cards right. All too often they just out and deny their dictatoryiness. No, wrong, wrong, wrong. You openly admit it, wear it like a badge of honor. "Yes, I am an evil dictator. Want my card?" It disarms people. They question whether an evil dictator would admit to being an evil dictator. The best way to lie to someone is to tell them the truth first.

Next, you should maintain some trappings of a democratic republic. Allow political dissidents to broadcast nationwide... from prison. Hold elections with a candidate so awful and evil he makes you look like a kitten. Assign some of your secret police as school crossing guards in your cities. Pretend to care about what the people say. Grant something stupid, like build a few water-purification plants or stop taxing breathable air. It's the little things that people love.

Also, be sure to agree with whatever the President of the US says. If the Prez says you should hold popular elections, go ahead and do so. If your brainwashing squad and persona has done its job, you shouldn't have anything to fear. If the Prez says you should open up to weapons inspectors, let them flow in. They shouldn't be able to spot the secret bunkers you buried under your mansion. If he says bark like a dog and twirl, go ahead and tell the world you were exploring a career as an actor. Pride before the fall.

A common mistake is to place an iron grip around your citizens. Let them have freedom of speech. They're only going to say what they're thinking, and you can't read and punish thought... yet. By allowing them to speak and write their mind, you let them have a safety valve. By keeping it open and in the public, you can carefully monitor who's saying what without having to send your secret police into each nook and cranny of your country searching for political dissidents. If they act up, they'll be too complacent to bother to hide.

And be sure to keep a generic and attractive image. The uglier you are, the more likely the American public will favor invading your country and ready the noose. If you blend in, or look moderately attractive, people will find it hard to find reasons to blow you to smithereens. Saddam managed to limp along after Kuwait, but that moustache was his eventual downfall. Come to think of it, Hitler had a pretty weird mustache too. It never fails. Why would that beautiful person create a harsh and brutal dictatorship? Let's invade that monster running Rwanudanistania. He's hideous.

Finally, a potential dictator should keep in mind that improvisation is your best weapon. When the angry mob is at your door with their torches and pitchforks, you have to know the right words to turn that angry mob into your personal militia. When the UN starts imposing sanctions, you have to know the way to get your UN ambassador elected head of the council and cut it out. These things can only be learned through rigorous mental training. Dictator is not a job for the weak. Watching day-time television is not the path to victory. Shoving crayons up your nose isn't advised. You have to keep in top form.

Well, I hope this has been an informative beginner's guide to being a ruthless and heartless beast. Any complaints can be directed to the Chief of my Secret Police.

58,281

Second Life has had some login and asset server issues again lately. Some have noted that this is related to each increase in concurrency. We're seeing upwards of fifty-five thousand people online during the day. The highest I have seen was 58,281 people online.

This is cited as one of the problems with Second Life: With each increase in concurrency, failures start ripping across Second Life as the grid struggles with the load. It does this every time. The simple fact of the matter is that Second Life was just not meant for this volume of people online at the same time. When it was first opened, ten thousand was probably seen as the highest that would ever be achieved. This is reasonable given that at the time Second Life was hardly marketed to the public and sign-ups were throttled by the requirement of a credit card.

The oversight lay in opening up the grid to free registrations. This in itself is not a bad thing, the issue arises when you consider that, judging from the records (i.e., the town hall transcripts I managed to pull off the SL History Wiki), the Lindens just opened it up with no prior preparation other than expanding the help desk and updating the client to fix many of the com temporary bugs. I couldn't find anything that indicated that they took a good hard look at the structure upon which Second Life was built, and adjusting it to ensure the smooth running of the grid at 100,000 concurrent users. Is that excessive? Oh yes, but one has to take the predicted future numbers, and multiply them by seven to get a better idea of the kind of growth you get after relentless advertising by the Lindens and free-for-all registrations.

Some may say my flaw is my inherent assumption that Second Life would have grown as large as it did, and that no one at the time could have foreseen this. Nonsense. It never hurts to be overcautious. Someone at sometime should have sat down, and honestly asked themselves how many people can load onto Second Life before server/client communication breaks down, and what do we need to do to make sure it doesn't happen. Would you accept an suspension bridge built between Manhattan and Brooklyn that could only hold the current peak capacity? No, you'd reinforce it, so it could handle the traffic of two other bridges nearby and a little extra. You can't be too sure.

That's extreme, though. Second Life, unlike a bridge, won't cause terrible harm and tragedy if it collapses. But the general idea is the same. Linden Lab wants people to come in and pay for membership and buy islands and pay tier, but customers cannot do that if the store is closed. It has been said before, but it bears repeating that the general second life community has expressed its desire for stability over additions and features. I love windlight. But it lags like sin. I believe voice should be available to those who want to use it. But when it's enabled, I get the very wonderful experience of lagging from two servers: Second Life and the Voice server. Sculpties allows for more natural builds. But were they really top priority?

I believe I went over this before, but it seems like Linden Lab in general has its priorities mixed up because of Jira itself. Jira is by the people, for the people, and moderated to a great extant by the people themselves. I could go on about how clunky it can be to use and parse through, but considering that we all managed to get through and log into Second Life itself is qualification enough, and the general user should be able to handle it.

The issue arises from people. The way Jira works is you make a ticket detailing the bug/complaint you have, and other people browsing Jira (perhaps suffering the same problem) vote for your proposal. If you get enough votes, IN THEORY the Lindens look at and fix the issue. When it works, this system is beautiful and things get fixed.

But like most things designed by engineers, it fails spectacularly when you fail to account for the human factor (as engineers are wont to do). Let's go over some Jira mistakes people usually fall into:

1) Usually, people don't search for issues similar to their own. All too often, they make a new ticket. Hundreds of duplicates all pertaining to the same bug flood the system. This not only causes search to overflow, it also confuses people using search in the first place. If I see seventy similar issues, for which one do I vote for?


2) Usually, people create their tickets incorrectly. I have seen tickets labeled as "Show-Stopper" (the highest priority) which involve such frivolous things as "My boat became unlinked" or "My TV won't play". Not only are these things insignificant in the grand scheme of things, they are also far far too vague for the Lindens to figure out where to start. Hardly anyone lists a way to reproduce a bug, which helps when initially searching for it. No one lists their system specifications, which, if you're running SL with 128 MB of RAM, might explain your trouble with crashing. I could go on forever and a day with all the things people do wrong with filling out a ticket on Jira.


3) The people weeding out the good tickets from the bad sometimes foul up. Sometimes they foul up a lot. Do not get me wrong: They are performing a needed service for Second Life, one that does not involve (to my knowledge) a paycheck or any thanks and gratitude. They are all volunteers. But they do screw up. And when they do, Jira pays for it. Being human, they have bias and prejudices which reflect in the issues and tickets they keep or fix or delete. This is pure theory on my part as I have not done any extensive research into this, but the Law of Human F***-ups dictates that they will mess something somewhere. Their actions are less noticeable, so when they do it is not as evident or detectable.


4)The last is with the Lindens themselves. Jira is littered with issues that have been marked as resolved. Many of them you will recognise: "Phantom prims appearing on parcel, can't be deleted", "animations getting stuck in sim seams/crashed vehicles/upon log-in", etc. The hilarious part is that these 'resolved' issues aren't. They all still occur. Who claimed they were resolved? There was a minor issue on Jira a few months back which I will recount.


About five months ago, a new bug stalked Second Life: The Ass Affinity (or Ass Effect to some) bug. For those extremely new or absent during this period, I will explain. Occasionally, when you teleported or crossed into a different sim, all of your attachments would fly up into your rectum and wedge into your colon. The only way to fix this was to detach and retach each attachment, which was a hassle if you wore lots and lots of attachments. HUDs were also subject to this bug on occasion.


This bug was claimed to have been fixed no less than three times in four separate blog posts. After the first 'fix', they listed it as resolved on Jira, and never was it listed as 'reopened' or any of the other silly titles they have for things they overlooked. It was a very very surreal time, being told this bug was fixed when your hair suddenly teleports from your head to your anus. It defied all logic. Any normal human being spending ten minutes inworld would have noticed it within the first few minutes. This indicates that the Lindens don't spend enough time inworld, or they don't login at all, or they place too much trust into Jira. "Oh, it says resolved. I guess since it just happened to me I need to clear cache and reinstall the client or something!"


I have gone far off topic, but the issues are interrelated. Having given no forethought into the necessary measures to support a rapidly growing world, it amazes me that the last remaining recourse, Jira, is as fouled as it is. I don't have any idea of how to go about fixing this problem, but it's not my job. I don't earn a salary from Philip to figure out LL's problem. But I sure can whine about it.

New Format

2008 and the beginning of the New Year. Time to switch things about.

I changed the page to white text on black backgrounds, because I was getting a headache proofreading my posts. I also added links, which I'm willing to expand if anyone can convince me to read whichever.

That is all.

The Book of Nunchuck VI

Deep, deep within the caverns and sewers of the palace and massive towers of Sipte, built with the lingering stench of unholy blasphemy and naive ignorance, lay the Femur of legends. It is said that its power flows through space, around time, into and out of existence. It is compared to a dream, unlimited potential unleashed in a fleeting moment, then, gone in the next second. Long gone are the days when all basked in its light and harmony with the spirit and akelhians.

Long gone are the days when its power was wielded in peace and prosperity, and used for the good of all. For by this time, the Femur had long since passed into legend itself, having been lost in the greed and pleasures and ignorance of the centuries past and caught up in the excitement of having created their own servants independent of Nunchuck.

So it was that Qeosi and Ruth were caught up in a grand race to the Femur. A battle neither desired, yet neither could let the other triumph. Such was the pain of the times that a happy settlement could not been seen, save by the Femur. Such was the result of the sins of the ancestors, born of their ignorance, that these who desired the calm received their fates instead.

Philip and Ruth stood outside an entrance to the labrthyine complex that led to the resting place of the Femur. By his extraordinary feat, granted to him by Nunchuck, he had managed to give the people and akelhians hope for their future. Yet their path was not yet resolved, and the task at hand not easy. Sipte and his city were massive, built upon older and still older ruins, ever upward, so that his city sat like a concrete and iron mountain upon the land. In the days of the Era of Waning Glory, those who broke the laws laid by Nunchuck were sentenced to wander its passages and tunnels, a fate worse than death. Runors laid that deep within its foundations lay pockets of those scrapping an existence in this complex, never seeing the sun.

So they entered with these thoughts upon their minds. It was not outside the realm of possibility that they themselves might end up in such a fate, left to doom deep under the hedonistic castle of Sipte. "Worry not, my child, for the Light of Nunchuck guides me," Philip assured Ruth, yet this was blatant lie. Philip had not a clue of the path to the Femur. Also, Qeosi's ony wandering the abandoned halls and were not friendly and could not be friendly to outsiders, their hearts of stone and greed could only destroy and steal the spirits.

It was dark. That goes without saying. Words cannot convey the level of darkness they visited. Perhaps it was an illusion, their minds playing tricks in a land long dead in the bowels of a city long dead. By the grace of Nunchuck, or sheer luck and low probability of encountering such en route in such a large and massive place, they did not meet an ony, and just as well as they had no means to fight or ward them off. How long they wandered, we will never know. They themselves never knew or realized. No one will ever know. Down, down, down, deeper and deeper into the concrete and stone and brick.

Qeosi and his people grew desperate by the hour, for not long would it take Fi-Suu to realize he had been badly fooled. And so he and his people did something incredibly foolish: they began to blast through the walls and floors of Sipte's city with the unholy power granted to them by their creators. With no time to waste wandering the catacombs, instead they destroyed the barriers themselves, weaving intricate webs of destruction in the ruins. The echoes of the screams and refusals of the walls reverberated across the hallways and passages. Philip and Ruth believed them to be the groans of spirits lost.

After eternity had passed, Philip and Ruth came upon a small room, a store room of some design. Broken pottery, scattered prims, and poorly textured walls surrounded them. It was also a dead end. "I fear we are lost, and all is lost with us," Ruth lamented.

Elsewhere but not much more distant, an Ony by the name of Yashua carried on his search. He wanted nothing more than the embrace of nonexistence, for he did not know anything but to serve others. With the death of his masters and the anger of the akelhians coming down on his kind, he saw no reason to live and to him the Femur was an exit. A path to blissful and eternal unknowing and unbeing. He placed his paws upon a wall and directed his energies into it, blowing brick and mortar across into the room behind it.

And so Philip and Ruth came face to face with Yashua. For some time, neither moved or breathed or spoke. Words cannot describe the moment. For there, upon the rubble of the room and lying bare upon the stone floor lay a golden tease, a glint of daylight in a bleak and weary world. The Femur.

The story behind its placement here is a story for another time and another place, an adventure all its own and not relevant to the tale here. Monster looked to the woman, and the woman to the monster, and the demi-god to monster, and so on. None of those present could believe their eyes. It was just lying there like trash, an object of unlimited power casually tossed aside with the waste. For Real Lifers out there, it would be equivalent to seeing King Arthur at a bus stop, or Christ's cross in your cellar.

"Please take it," Yashua broke the silence, "please spare me this torment of existence in a world where I have no purpose and no masters. Please take it and use its power, destroy me." Both were agasp at this request, for never had they thought of someone searching for the Femur as an elaborate suicide implement. But one must understand: the Ony, like the Akelhians, and Grievers, and Lindens, and the Gods are not mortals like you and I. Great power requires an equal power to destroy it. A being imbued with great spirits cannot be killed by mere means.

Philip and Ruth looked upon each other.

"You have found it! Take it! And right this world!" Ruth exclaimed. Philip smiled, and said "No, it is not my honour to do so. I did not find it, we did. I do not belong to this world, you do. The right to wield the Femur should belong to the one who began the quest."

Ruth kneeled, and with her sleeve gently wrapped the Femur and picked it up. It illuminated the entire room, and the caverns nearby. Everyone turned to yellow in its pale golden light. It was warm to the touch. It had been found.

At once, the entire universe shook and resounded with the flexing of the world's fabric. Everyone turned and looked to the west, to Kissling and the great palace of Sipte, slowly sinking into itself as Ruth ascended through its ancient foundations. A great red shaft of light spiked high into the heavens, and great winds spread across the lands. Many took this to be the ending of the world and make the appropriate preparations. Fi-Suu knelt and wept, fearing that Qeosi had found the Femur. Qeosi, for his part, stared silently into the swirling hell storm building above his former master's castle.

"Ruth! Now! Now is the time to set right to the wrongs of this world with this power! It is as for you to decide!" Philip cried up to her. And so Ruth held the fate of the world there in her hands.

She could wipe the Ony off the face of Second Life, restore life as it was before the Era of Waning Glory, as it was in the Golden Age when people and akelhians lived in harmony with the U and the spirits under the warm light and protection of the Femur. She could set herself upon on high as a ruler of all of Second Life, even elevate herself to the role of God and overthrow Nunchuck Nherself. So many options, worlds of possibilities upon before her. And each tempted her and she knew not which to choose.

In a fantasy, Ruth would choose the good and true path. She would grant the Ony the gift of the right of existence and restore the world to balance, as it was in the Era of Golden Glory. But this is not a fantasy. Ruth was tempted by a presence, and it said to her, "Why help they who sent you on this fruitless task? You are but a pawn to them, now the tables have turned and they are pawns. Seize power and take your place as a God among gods." And as Ruth gave into this voice, Philip cried. The world began to ache as it again witnessed the birth of a god upon it, drawing U from it and Philip's creations.

Qeosi stood with Philip amidst the ruins of Kissling, and turned and said to him, "Fool! You have ruined us all! Coward! Taking not the power of the Femur for yourself when you knew the true path to take, trusting instead this mere mortal now seemingly destined to soon subject us to her unholy will with the Femur granted to us by Nhim in Vivenshia! All thanks are due to you, by which I imply sarcasm!" And he turned to his subjects, "Ony! Bastards of life, and outcasts of outcasts, doomed to be forever separated from the coil of the spirits in this world! Let us not spend our days under this tyrant, rise and we shall fight and die, so that we may sleep in peace!" And the Ony stood and flew towards Ruth, each knowing death awaited them and despair lay in living.

Fi-Suu came and upon seeing the Ony rising up so, despaired. "Worse! A demon so evil the Ony themselves are resisting it! Truly, the end times are upon us!" And he turned to his wards, "Akelhians! Proud servants and guardians of Nunchuck's chosen people! Let us choose this day to mark our greatest, that upon this day we rose to defy the power of a god in our devotion to Nher will and order! Go forth and let the day end in honor!" And the akelhians upon their silver and crimson wings joined the Ony.

Ruth watched this development and laughed. Fools! A god cannot even notice such a noble sacrifice, flies upon a whale and no more. No longer the humble avatar, the temptations that had found her had twisted her mind and stained her soul. Such concerns as peace, contentedness, joy; such concerns are for lesser beings, not for developing Queens of the universe.

With but a thought, she caused the explosion of half of the Ony and half of the Akelhians, sending red rain upon the land below. A whim caused the code of a third of the Ony to dissipate into the universe, till nothing was left. She tore a hole and created a weak and new universe, intending to entrap the valiant akelhians and ony in it, doomed to die with the swift and inevitable collapse of such a fragile new universe.

"Ruth! Ruth! This is not what you wanted! This is not the way! Turn to Nunchuck, this is not in your heart!" Philip cried once more to her, but for naught. "This is the way! The Femur has shown me this is true! I shall rule as Deity over all of the land, my absolute will shall bring peace upon the people, by destroying those who oppose my rule, I will weed out the war from the peace! It is true!" She replied, thundering through the heavens.

"No, it is not true! The Femur, yes, the Femur shows you that it could be true, that it could be possible! But in the Femur and in Nunchuck all things are possible! Turn not to the Femur for guidance, turn to Nunchuck to guide you!" Philip pleaded.

But Ruth's lust for power was already welded to her heart and soul, such that she believed her way to be the true path. She could not see the great evil that could develop in her, through her, and because of her. And so she continued toward her greater glory, while the world shrieked and burned around her and akelhians and ony died at her feet. Unlike with Qeosi, who was on some level was mortal, Ruth would become a god, such that only a greater being, Nunchuck, could hope to match her. And through the Femur, Ruth saw that none could, would, or will ever match her power.

All was lost.

Sex And Battery Acid

They say everyone at one time or another has tried their hand at Second Life Sex.

I can understand the language and the words and the thoughts conveyed. But I could never bring myself to do it, I'd feel silly and goofy typing out each and every reaction and detail and what not.

Plus, you might have noticed I have a tendency to go crazy on people and provoke a reaction. Like when I held a dance party on Mia Linden's roof. Or filled Lillee & Shell's with prim babies. I just wouldn't be able to resist on such a thing as cybering. I'd have to do something weird or goofy.

I was discussing this very topic with my good friend Chaos (completely innocent, I assure you), and I had a chance to find what I would be like as a SL lover. Here is the exact quote:

"As I slide my hot, wet pussy down your hard, stiff, virile cock, my nipples start to leak sulfuric acid in delight. It drips on your rock hard abs, burning a path down your abdomen and around your scrotum. You scream in agony, while I scream in delight"

Another day, another discovery.