Anecdotes, History, and Our Favorite Thrice-told Lies

Miss Rhianon Jameson, in her post here, suggested a chronicling of these oft told reminiscences. I think it a wise idea. We do have something akin to an oral tradition in the ephemera of ISC, and in told and retold stories that rise up when particular combination of people show up at the same tavern.

I would invite any one with a blog, associated with the Realm of The Roses to record a few of those stories and vignettes of their experiences.

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SSC had been aloft not three weeks, and apart from the small impromptu gatherings at Miss Katat0nic Pigeon's shop, SSC was a derelict much of the time. Most evenings, the only sounds to be heard over the ship's engines were Sir Zen's Quizaphone calling out for anyone to play with it, and muttered curses of a tiny wooden gargoyle just learning to script.

(Why was I a gargoyle? The AV was cute, any follies were hence excusable, and it wasn't any of horribly malformed byproducts I had created experimenting with LL's appearance sliders)

I came to know Mr Nikmi Hax, now a rare visitor to the Grid. When not a small gnome of a man, or playing Go in far more traditional Japanese look, he sported a 2-dimensional avatar, which fascinated me (myself still a rank novice wondering at how to pull off such a feat).

Kat and Nikmi both made me very welcomed, and introduced me to many other Caledonians, inviting me to small gatherings, and graciously putting up with my foibles. Through them I came to know the talented Miss Begonia, Mr Wellinder, and Miss Tombolla and their creations.

It was during one of these impromptu gatherings that Miss Carricre Wind handed out her experimental gun she was working on (a combat system gun, rather than a physical gun) and we played with that for a time until someone shoved watermelon cannons into our hands and asked the group "Come now, what is a little live ammo between friends?"

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Now, while SSC was empty much of the time, she had many visitors, and being the only green dot on the map, I was introduced to many characters. I first learned of Gor in SL, in the form of an unfortunately proportioned woman speaking of herself in the third person. Regularly, I was asked to explain Steampunk, Neo-victorian, and "what is this place I am?" And on one memorable occasion, I was treated to a running commentary of all the things wrong with SL and why I was being shortdealt everytime I logged in by some very conspiratorial woman talking to a group of strangers just outside my shop.

But my favorite of the day were the Dueling Cyberpunks.

Almost every Friday or Saturday night for several months, a pair of heavily armed, heavily Chromed gunmen would show up, go to opposite ends of the ship, and proceed to have a John Woo style shoot out through the empty aisles of the city. They would play for eachothers blood for about half and hour or until other people showed up, before vanishing in a poof of neon.

The last night I ever saw them, they had hit the telehub as I was running past, with a funny elf of a woman yelling after me "You can't outrun frozen poultry death!" and me giving her the raspberry. She was slammed to the side by a hit from what looked like a beach ball, giving me time to shoot past them at the robot that had the chicken cannon.

Standing in the middle of this free-for-all, the first cyberpunk turns to the other and says "See, this is why nobody griefs in Caledon," as they vanished in a poof of neon.