Showing posts with label homeless. Show all posts
Showing posts with label homeless. Show all posts

Monday, May 28, 2007

SL/Milo Meters

Milo was with us.













Then suddenly he was (Away).









We found out we could move Milo around quite easily while he was away.













At one point Yetrates transported him on the hood of her car.













By the time I logged off, Milo had been dragged hundreds of meters throughout Rotterdam to this nightclub.














After I logged off, Yetrates emailed me these photos:













Sunday, May 27, 2007

SL/Homeless Shelters

The morning was spent visiting the (suprisingly) many homeless shelters in Second Life.
Currently, I'm a property owner but I have a real fear of being homeless one day.

So I figured why not spend Sunday poking around places where I can crash if the economy goes haywire or a natural disaster like a real-life crash wipes out my home (or any references to my home).
So I visited the homeless shelters "just in case."
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They ranged from good to good-enough-for-government to grimy. The only working refrigerator I could find, ironically, was in the grimy shelter. The "good" shelter had a painted-on version. Luckily, it had live turkeys running around otherwise its rating would be lower.

The grimy homeless shelter had intermittent gunfire and numerous casualties. But no ghosts. The "good" shelter, on the other hand, had zero gunfire and no casualties and one ghost. Go figure.

Some of the shelters had working railroad tracks but I didn't see a single train while I was there. I heard plenty of them in the distance. I think they all stopped at the next towns over.
At each shelter I was offered something to do with turkey. At the good shelter I was offered a real turkey. At the good-enough-for-govt. shelter I was offered a fake turkey. At the grimy shelter I was called a turkey.
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Monday, February 05, 2007

SL/Ghosts in immaterial world
This is a hobo camp where homeless people hang out (people without property).










Someone named Peet riding a moo-cow.







The centerpiece of the camp is a TV on the fritz.









Conversation works better when the reception isn't working.







(Someone getting warm sitting on TV.)







Believe it or not there was a ghost hovering around the entire time.