One Man’s Story: The Second Life Economy

One Man’s Story: The Second Life Economy: "Selling virtual drugs, guns, clothes, and wheels while camping for L$s
by Frankie Antonioni.
Since early 2008 I have been in business in Second Life, and by March of 2008 I had two stores running. In August of 2008, I had about 19,000 L$. Both of my stores sold drugs and other goods: clothes, cars, guns, motorcycles, [...]"

To rule the world?

Oh such a tempting offer! But it is old one as humanity alone. Nevertheless, the big and small men and women don't resist it with unflagging desire. So to have this power to control, to create, to destroy or even to kill. So only when these letters spring from the keyboard of my PC and they appear on my PC screen, so it makes a horrible silent thing.

The world of Second Life seems to be created for these abilities. Where can you find such possibilities? Where elsewhere can you find such a freedom of language, being and creation? Where elsewhere can you find so hate and so envy?

Yes, I would like to rule this world. But it is not like so. It is a responsibility. It is a humility. It is a love.

So, let us it for the next time.

Burning Life 2010

So, after one year it is coming again. The Burning Life will open its gates and as you certainly know, this time it is already not in Linden's direction, but Burn2. And as a small taste, sooner before it will break up on 16^th October, look the machinima by ColeMarie Soleil.

SLurl: Playa

The Rocks

„The sorrow is only loss of time.“

Wind juggled with the branches of the palms. The sunny beach was empty. Only stormy sea broke its water against the huge arc of the rock. He stayed there struck dumb, when he had seen this beauty. Whether the sun was high in the sky or the moon with its stars. In all things, everything reflected in water of the large bay themselves.

He stayed there so alone, as if he had not had any troubles. As if he had not felt this soft wind from the sea. As if he had not felt this burning of the sun rays. As if he had not felt the cold of the night. This cold between an hour of dog and wolf.

His sorrow was endless. The endless one in its depth and width consumed his soul and reason. He was fearful that. He was scared. His face was contorted. The loss was big. He did not feel this world even another one. He still came back to it. However, hopelessly.

An then, a distant singing was heard from the see. The luscious Sirens lured this man into their webs. But, he resisted. He did to hold out, even in spite of it that his grief was big. Nobody knows, how it happened. Nobody was there. Only bluish see waves attacked the rock and the snow-white beach

Time has remained.

Second Life Newser: Reaction at Rockcliffe College to Linden Lab's New Policy

Second Life Newser: Reaction at Rockcliffe College to Linden Lab's New Policy

Autumn Ball

“One says that dance is the only social activity, when you can without any risk to come near to a partner, her or him, within the shortest possible distance, as it is just possible.”

As I have already written last time, summer was ended, but the season of the balls has begun. It was the same as on last Friday. An arbour near the place in Bohemia has welcome several visitors. Even if they have arrived in some small amount, in spite of them, party was nice. The beautiful evening dresses of the present ladies have glared their partners and we, men, have marveled at their beauty under the light of thousand stars. And maybe in the early morning, tired from the long dance in the red light of sunrise, our pace has led to our homes, where we have fallen into the all-hugging armful of our beds.