cleaning up my pc

I decided to do a long over due clean up of my pc files organising them into folders in folders in folders. While moving my secondlife photos to My Pictures I found this file. I decided that it needed a repost. I have actually made them a slideshow for my windows 7 background . My Master truly did a magnificent job and Endy's towers stand out beautifully.

so sad.

its been a few days

Sorry, it’s been a few days since I posted. So this is the first of maybe three posts. We are still on earth. Gor is just not as much fun as it has been in the past. I am so sick of meeting people that think they know all about Gor but have Never read one book. Yes, I know that the books are badly written and contradictory in many places but we are playing a game based on them. So read them before claiming to be Gorean!

On my one venture into Gor in the past three weeks I was met by a slave girl that didn’t see the harm in me telling her my Master’s name! A slave would never speak his or her Master’s name. There are so many ways to let someone know who owns you. You can write the name on a piece of parchment, draw the letters in the dirt or sand, wet your finger and draw the letters on a wall. Or the easiest of all, point to your collar that is engraved with your Master’s name and emote it.

(River points to the steel band locked around his throat which bares the inscription, River, property of Franziskus Ninetails. “This is my Master,” he says as he lifts his chin so that the master can see more clearly.)

We debated the why nots for a while and then I lost patience, told her to read a damn book and tp’d out. I haven’t been back since, other than to check our house.

On the subject of our house, it seems the role-players of Gor seem to be incapable of reading the words, PRIVATE HOME AND SAFE ZONE.  For those of you that don’t understand these words they mean. Keep the fuck out. We don’t come into your house, don’t come into ours. What makes the intrusions more annoying is that they are obviously occ. Our house is protected by two sleen, Fluffy 1 and Fluffy 2. As they both attack at the same time, how can anyone stand still long enough to pick a lock. Also its only internal doors that are being picked so they are tp’ing in. I now send them note cards demanding the role play and if I don’t get one, I am banning them from our parcel. Fuck them, if they can’t follow simple sim rules then I don’t have time for them.

NLS has turned out to be pointless. As my master has pointed out in the past, everyone is so busy harvesting that they forget the idea is that you role play trading. You still get slave girls in their finest silks digging for gold or mining salt.  We were the only people on our cluster that stuck to our allocated crops. For everything else we bought and traded goods for. As no one ever bought from us anyway, the market was burned down read it Here.

On other news, it seems that Corcyrus has finally sank into the Thassa. I have to say, I am so pleased that it has. My master built an amazing sim for nothing and had it slapped back in his face. So, goodbye and good riddance. May you never rise again and I hope your owner lost a fortune. (slaps his own hand, “Bitch.”)

That is it for this post. See you again later.

What happens when you rip the heart out of something?

Rest in Peace

It dies that is what happens

 And that is what is going to happen to Corcyrus, the once beautiful city that was built by my master.

Last night we were summoned to Corcyrus and asked (told) to take the temple away. The temple, the reason for our master building the city in the first place, the lynch pin around which the city was built.

We have never made a secret of the fact that the temple was special to our master; it was the only part of Tidra that still existed unchanged. We feel betrayed by those that we thought were friends and understood the importance of the build.

Yes we know that things change in SL and yes we understand but the space and prims wanted (200 by the way) could have been saved elsewhere. I know for a fact I could have found it myself without removing the temple.

What the sim owner has done is surround herself with people that know sod all about how to run a sim. They have no idea of true beauty and think that they can preserve the beauty of Corcyrus ... well I can tell you they are wrong.

Instead of it being a Venetian based city, they are taking out the river and erecting the ugliest wall I have ever seen in my entire life around the city. The textures don’t even match. (Bitchy I know but I tell the truth when you see it you will understand)

They want more room for houses ... yet the houses that are there are standing empty.

Well now you have the space for your houses. Sling up some prefab average buildings that barely pass as a build. It’s no longer our concern. When your doors break down don’t come crying to us to fix them. When you want something altered ... don’t expect us to come running over to do it like we used to.

My master has vowed never to set foot in Corcyrus again and wants nothing ever to do with it. Seeing his city butchered is more than he can stand.

So Sondra, I wish you well and I hope you will be happy surrounding yourself with totally average builders that whisper in your ear and your foul mouthed companion who has no manners and was the only person at the meeting that couldn’t string a sentence together without uttering a profanity.

I regularly sent people to the city to look at it. I regularly recommended it to people to settle in and move to. I passed out the landmark like other people pass out sweeties but never again. How can I recommend a city that has betrayed my master?

So while right now you think that you have won ... mark my words.

Those people you surround yourself with that are whispering in your ear will be the first to abandon you when the city starts to crumble. A city wall is only as strong as the people that live behind it and the people of Corcyrus are self-centred.

So Rest In Peace Corcyrus ... you are now the City of Dust.