Halloween 2008 [iv] : Help, I’ve got a box on my head!or, The Adventures of Plywood Man
When Plywood Man rezzed at the Welcome Center, it was like being born. He had no clear memory of anything that might have been before, but suddenly he found himself immersed in a world of sights, sounds and lag. It was breathtaking…or would have been, if he breathed. He tried mightily to communicate with those around him–beautiful creatures with skin and faces!–but found himself frustrated and at least temporarily stymied by his lack of fingers. Nobody seemed to understand his attempts to chat. “HHHHHiiiii ttttthhhhheeeeerrrrreeeee,,,,, wwwwwhhhhhaaaaattttt””’sssss yyyyyooooouuuuurrrrr nnnnnaaaaammmmmeeeee?????” earned him no response, unless some of the chorus of “hey baby” and “how you doin shmexy?!?” was intended for him.
Having quickly lost interest with the mundane pursuits of the other newbies (for that is what they were), Plywood Man set off in search of he knew not what, but he felt certain that he would know it when he found it. Thanks to the Search button, and his quick mastery of the art of keyword selection (and not-so-quick mastery of typing with the tips of his hand-pads), he soon found himself at the portal of the Ivory Tower, that grand repository of SL prim knowledge. It was there, after working his way through the elementary tutorials, that he learned the central, inescapable truth of his existence: out of prims was he made, and unto prims would he return, at the end of his days. Such knowledge can be difficult to confront, but Plywood Man bore it with stoicism and equanimity. No philosopher he, but he did know when worrying about something would do no good. (more…)
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Post Category: Avatars,Costumes,Fantasy,Novelty,Peter Stindberg
1 comment October 23rd, 2008 at 12:32pmRyan Darragh
