Current
A Perpetual Motion Engine of Anxiety and Self-Loathing
Bio
So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
This is a sandbox game. The possibilities are virtually endless...
But...
It's easy to carve yourself off a niche in your own corner of the world, create your own stuff and then wonder why you feel so lonely and nobody seems to want to interact (because they're terrified of inadvertently stepping on any part of your intricately sculpted creation)
Or...
You can play very close knit. Throw yourself into collabs repeatedly, but feel your own character and NPCs are experiencing limited growth... also, when you play so close knit its a lot easier to step on toes and inadvertently box people in.
The game's size is immense. Theoretically we haven't even tested it's boundaries yet. Because virtually anything is possible.
So with that much room to play with, just be mindful of not stumbling in and mindlessly destroying someone else's stuff.
But if you take a ding... yeah, it might frustrate you, but most things you can find a way to walk it off.
I remind you... This was part of my first Aquilifer post after one of Raptorman's alts pretty much decimated one quarter of the main city in game...
# Soyyyy un perdedooooor, I’m a loser baby, so why don’t ya kill meeee #
An arm reaches out from the covers, feels around and picks up the phone.
“Mmmm-eah?” he grunts into the phone.
“Oh thank God you’re OK! It’s all over the news!”
“Geez, ma. Calm down, what’s all over the news?”
“Wait, where are you? Are you home? You can’t be home if you don’t know what I’m talking about... Where’s Grampa Alan?”
“Ma, calm down. It’s too early for this. Now slow down. I am home, what’s all over the news?”
“Go check on Grampa Alan...”
“Alright, I’ll check on Grampa Alan. I’m going now, I’ll call you right back.”
“No! Don’t hang u--! Clik”
Dennis threw on some pants and a tee, to make the small trek from the accessory apartment he lived in to the main house which was his grandfather’s. Strange that his mother would call on his cell. It’s an expensive call from Seattle, she’d normally call the house number. But for all he knew, maybe she had and he slept through it. He was a pretty heavy sleeper after a night on the town, so it’s not unheard of that he could have slept through... oh...
Dennis clung to the door handle. The entire back end of his granny flat (which ironically enough, the grandson lived in) was falling away down into a 70 to 80 foot drop, where it plateaued and the rest of Little Ulster had given way to parkland and greenery. The property seemed to be the border between the rest of the city and oblivion-cum-nature, with his own house seemingly held back from the abyss by the foundations of his grandfather’s house.
Dennis scrambled and climbed back up his door-jam into his own house. Overlooking the vast new countryside.
“I’m not looking forward to Grampa telling me to take care of the back garden...”
You can tell when A-rack-ne's Spider-sense is tingling.
...her nipples become erect.
...or so I'm told. I'm just repeating gossip I've overheard, not kick-starting any rumours with malicious intent. Or So my lawyer has advised me to remind people...
So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.</div>
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Got to love when one of the GMs are pretty much knocking at the Dark side's doorstep. <3