11 posts tagged “mygdala march”
People, you won't believe the shit going down in Section 8 last night. It starts with the bullshit from this AaliyahAzia bitch, some ex-Section 8'er I never even met, who set our girl Starr on fire for no goddamned reason on Tuesday night. Gala banned her ass yesterday and was just waiting for retaliation. But it ends in the gleeful sacrificial murder of some jackass noob dude who isn't so noob he shouldn't know better than to talk shit to Gala on her own damn block.
But before I get into the details, let me back the fuck up.
I had a bad day. No, fuck that, I had a really god awful bad motherfucker of a day yesterday, and when I got home to my loft, I really wasn't up for shit. I hung out with Ben and boo hooed for awhile, then got it into my head that I needed some new guns to cheer me up. He had mentioned these new sawed off shotguns that Lisa was looking at, which sounded tres cool, but when we got to Breach, we saw these beauties:
Those, ladies and gentlmen, are the new Sinistars, made by Blooddoll Lulu. Now mind you, I know jack about weaponry, but I do know this. These guns kick ass.
After a little bit of orientation to figure out the basics, Ben decided he had to have the same guns! They are so badass I don't blame him one bit, but it was late so he signed off and I headed back to the hood. Back at Section 8, Gala indulged me and let me show off my new kata, she and Johnny and Alex all ooooed and aaahhhed like good friends do when you get a new gun. I had no idea I'd actually have a reason to use them - ever! Then this dumb motherfucker shows up.
Alex said hello, or something like that, and the douchebag walked off without a word. Whatever, bad manners happen when strangers drop into our neck of the woods sometimes. A few cracks were made about the excessive bling, but really no harm done. Then he comes back, guns blazing, and tries to shoot Johnny right in the damned face. Well, you know Gala ain't havin none, no siree. "Friend of AaliyahAzia?" Gala said. She ejected his ass in under 5 seconds. Dude landed on the roof and Alex went after him. They got into a nasty gun fight which I guess scared the bitch off. Next thing, we were all in the air, armed and hunting that poor bastard down.
We patrolled around in the sky for a bit but couldn't find him, so we landed back on the block - now a bit tense. Johnny looked around and said, "Look at us!" And you know, we were like, "Fuck yeah! We look bad as hell all armed up in the sky!" But we were, you know, well...tense...just waiting for more dumb thugs like Mr. Blingedyblingblang to come back and fuck with us. Instead, this twat turns up.
Imaginne or some shit like that was his name. The whole time we're rollin in the street, this dude is banging my new neighbor, ourialove in her loft off the back courtyard. She's a hooker, people, and this was her John. That right there makes me think, "Prostitution? NOT worth it!"
I don't know if she's some kind of crazy drugged out raver chick, non-english speaker or what, but if she keeps bringing us meat to grill like that dude, she's gonna help keep things interesting in little Philly.
So these two come up the street and start conversation. Nice enough, but then this Imaginne asshole starts telling Gala all that she don't know about Philly because he "lives there sometimes." The bitch is from Delaware, people. It's right in his god damned profile. He's trying to talk to us about gangs, bloods, crips, stoooooopit shit like he knows something. Gala just put the dude right back in place, but this dumb bastard wasn't getting it. I just happened to mention that maybe he'd like a tour of Skosh's deli.
"Well, I am kind of hungry" he replied.
That was it. We all walked back to Johnny's chop shop and gave him the tour. Next thing you know...
Burger time at Skosh's deli! (Note Alexander blocking the door - no escaping this scene for our victim.) It was a bloody mess in there all right.
Gala jumped on the table and started whipping the dude's ass as Johnny went on to dry hump him. Oh, what a glorious visual that was, too bad the photos couldn't really do it justice. And what did ourialove do? She was dancing like a fool. I couldn't help myself, I started to rave too, and Gala was doing her victory step in what was the weirdest griefing/partying event of my Second Life so far.
But we weren't done with the poor sap, oh no. Johnny strung his bloody mangled corpse up in the meat locker and farted in his face. Then Gala demanded money from him, something like 1500L total. He was trying to make a deal, but dude wasn't in any kind of bargaining position. "I'm broke - I can't shit it out." But as you all should know, and as Gala said, "Oh no, that's not how we do it here." She zapped his fucking ass right there in the deli, while he was in the meat locker. This woman is terrifying when she's on - and after a couple of days of dealing with griefing assholes, she was all balls out. All bow down to the mighty G.
You'd think he got the hint. Nope, this dumb fucker wanted to play! He kept trying to come back - tp'd into the street:
Still in the fireball, and it was quite a spectacular site. We just watched as he tried to tp out and back in again about 24 times. "Can I shoot him if he comes back again Gala?" "Please!" she said, the battle cry...
I was ready, but he never did come back again, and I must say I was disappointed. After all that, I didn't get to shoot anyone except Alex for practice. But I will say, and I know Johnny at least agrees, it was one of the best nights I've ever had in SL so far. What this says about me, I can't hazzard a guess right now, but you do know the next time some dumb shit happens in the hood I've got my Sinistars and my Section 8 family by my side.
Peace to the people.
watch this space for details!
What a long day of goof yesterday was. Yes, by now you know I got what was coming to me from Ben, but at least this time I earned it. And did I "enjoy it?" you ask. Do pictures lie, people?
Anyway, there are some other things I want to show you besides my ass in a sling for once. Did I mention that my lovely gal pal Lisa is also a builder? She and Vanny are in the middle of constructing an amazing *little* place (their word, not mine) on the site of the old Velvet Sins catastrophe. Lisa was working on textures last night, still mid-project, hence all the plywood in the shot below. Ben is helping out too, making some doors and doing some other scripting I think. Right on the water, this humble abode is sure to be the sight of many a long night of debauchery.
Ah, Lisa. Let's take another look at the many moods that make up this fascinating woman.
From the cuteness you see above, all wrapped tightly in brown knit, in a snap she transformed into the lickable creature you see below.
Hot, right? Yeah, you know it. This picture was taken just prior to my payback, but only this time she really had nothing to do with it. Wistfull looking at that shot, I am.
And it was the weekend, so don't think there wasn't shopping either. Prior to all of that er, "punishment," there was a lot of littering L. I am going to have to find someway to earn a SLiving or else. Especially now that I've found this place.
OMG. Think I got tipped to this place by Xander, another Philadelphian that I have yet to meet, but shared a group chat with Gala. But sisters and brothers, this place rules my wallet now.
So I keep changing my hair, and found a messy do with bangs yesterday that I am most pleased with. This is my 837 prim hair. None of it flexi, either, but hell, it's messy hair, so how can I say no?! Of course this stoopit shot is so close in that you can't properly see it, but anyway...maybe I'll take another picture. (Maybe? Am I kidding?)
And last but not least, we ended the night back in Philly, as we usually do. I was all hell of relieved to see Johnny made it back in one piece from the horror convention. He and Alexander were out doing a bit of shopping last night in some very unmentionable establishments. Ladies, if Johnny invites you over for a drink, make sure you're packing. He's redoing his place, adding a meat locker I think. He rented my old loft (hey I forgot to tell you I moved to the front) and he's going to refurbish for his deli, or at least that's what he's telling everybody.
Welcome home, Johnny.
I told you there'd be hell to pay for my lipstick adventure last night...
Yes, Ben strung me up on the horse at Lisa and Vanny's dungeon. More to come...
It's 9:10pm EST (21:10 to all you punk ass European 24 clockers). I'm in world but IMs fail to make it across the ocean it seems...dig my new look! Oh don't worry, the same old silly soft mygness still lies beneath the hardass appearance you see here. But as you can see, I am a little blue with the current circumstances.
In other news, I heard from Val today! Haven't heard from him in weeks. He's a guy I got into a situation with awhile back. We couldn't get the tp to work, but maybe later I can put his mug up here too.
I suppose now that I've been in SL for two months it's time I found more to do besides shop and screw. Who'd a thunk that SL would be the perfect place to let one's indulgences go wild, to live in the complete excess one might not otherwise allow oneself? Actually...everyone. I think almost everyone I know has not only thought it, but done it - the shopping thing at least, if they got the L, and the sex thing for sure if they're not completely asexual. Maybe if I can have an ounce of self control I'll eventually discover that I am interested in the technology that drives this little universe, but so far I don't, so I'm gonna blog the quite normal course of the evening I had last night.
I've taken more and more to the streets of little Phillly, and so have my pals. Mostly to hang out in the street with Gala, Serj, our assorted neighbors and the occasional stray who lands there. So here we are, Ben, Gala and I in full chit chat swing. And I have to say that Gala and Ben both being German held off for quite awhile before busting into Deutsche.
And just because it's a nice shot, here's one of me and my gal pal the lovely land ladyness Gala:
Last night Alexander showed up for a while. There he is below a little more casual than usual. Ben told him about this gross new knife that'll kill ya in one stabbing. Very bloody. So of course he had to have it, and the two of them spent some time hurling their blades at the wall. Oh and Alex practiced his wall climbing technique, true to original Spidey style.
All that was really missing was Johnny, who we hear was kidnapped, caged and put on display at some horror convention. We don't know if they'll let him out - probably better to hand him right over to the feds, but we're all hoping he can make it back since the hood isn't quite the same without his shooting up the billboard and attacking us with bubbles. I did meet a new neighbor too - her name is Stormee and while she wasn't there last night, I think it's because someone probably adopted her and took her for her shots...
Nah, I'm just kidding of course. This is the free kitty box outside my crib and we all like to get our picture taken in it at some point or another. Stormee is swell, owns a club, and knows hot shopping spots. Score neighbor, score!
And how could I have left out a picture of Romana? I don't have a lot yet, but here she is, another fine sample of the awesome SL womanfolk I've been meeting. She is of course a Philly resident and is the creator of Little Philly, which is not our Section 8 residential section, but the actual town part of the town. Big talent in this neck of the woods.
Ahhhh nice SL hug from Gala to Romana. The two together have created so far my favorite hanging environment in SL. Maybe someday I can contribute more than my gab and my gossip column, but til then everyone, keep an eye on this space because YOU may be here next!
There's someone else I want you to meet - Vanny. When I first met her, this is mostly how she looked. Formiddable, really. Oh - and sexy too. There was one night when Lisa gave me to Vanny for the evening, and well, it was another one of those nights where I even surprised myself. Pretty unforgettable, for me at least.
Something happened though. Lisa actually managed to tame Vanny the Tiger into her own little pet. From then on, Lisa's had her hands full trying to keep Vanny in her place.
If anyone is up for a challenge, I suppose it's Lisa. And what a challenge Vanny must be! While I find myself getting into trouble by making silly mistakes, being in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong person usually, Vanny actually goes out and looks for it! Oh the stories she could tell, if it weren't for the gag...
Have a great vacation Vanny! You will be missed!
Meet DCpunk, my new friend:
Now, we actually met on Myspace, had a blog exchange, and then met in SL. Neato, eh? There are a bunch of SL folks that I'm meeting at Myspace these days, but DCpunk is the first I got to catch up with real time, if you will. Unfortunately for us, it was a shitty night to try and do anything. The grid was plagued with problems. We couldn't teleport most places. Using just about anything out of inventory was out of the question. I got stuck without my ao and walked like a duck the whole time. Talk about embarrassing (why on *earth* did Linden Labs make that walk animation in the first place?), especially for a first meeting. Well it did give him a little something to tease me about anyway. We did find a little corner of this shop that had just about the nicest slow dance animation in it I've ever seen.
Sweet, ain't it? Let this be a lesson to all you male avatars leaning towards us ladies - we like to dance!
From this picture you really can't even tell how nice it was. But what you would infer from the above is that me and Dcpunk were having a nice time, and you'd be correct. So come on myspacers, let's get it together. There could be a lot more dancing going on around here in no time!
I am really growing to love Little Philly. The neighbors are nuts, the streets are dirty (yeah, that's blood on Johnny's doorstep - just don't ask, I'm sure you don't want to know) and there are pissing poseballs in the streets. Add to that the constant stream of 30's music, tons of lovely brick everywhere, garbage can fires and the awesomeness that is Gala - the creator of our hood and our landlady - and you have a great slum environment. It's located in Topgol, which is mainland, which means that we have a low prim limit for our lofts (mine is 50 - and my swanky LT couch alone takes up 18) and it means sometimes it's so crowded there I can't get in. But the rent is reasonable at 250L a week and you sure can't beat the atmosphere. I did a little decorating with Burgess - had just bought a lovely fur cuddle rug from the VS fire sale and we put it down...luckily for me.
Burgess was a little *too* delighted with my new gift from Ben. This is him demanding a demonstration. Luckily I had the nice soft rug under me this time. Next thing I know, Johnny and Gala come dancing up the street in stealth mode, eavesdropping as I'm dry humped against the wall. And I then realize that this sorta turns me on. I don't know what SL is doing to my brain - I sure thought I was perverted enough before, but this adds a whole other dimension. So it seems I am keeping this little dive - crazy neighbors, gun shots ringing in the streets, bloodstained doorsteps and all. Sure it's not easy keeping up with two pads, (I've got another lovely little hideaway in Dimidiata) but there are times when you want privacy and times when you're inner voyeur needs to play. Viva la Philly!
