I laughed out loud at this brilliant posting by Warren Ellis on his "Second Life Sketches" section on the Reuters website.....
"Please Stop Doing That To The Cat" By Warren Ellis
It’s not often you come home to find people having sex in your house.
I bought some land last weekend to practise building on, because building is one of the central behaviors of Second Life and I should write about it at some point. So, during the course of the week, I’d spent a couple of hours constructing a simple underground bunker, associating sounds with flooring, erecting a blockhouse for a Stargate teleport mechanism and other basic things in order to get a feel for construction.
I went in-world on Sunday evening to pick up messages and to look for some music to stream while I worked. Materialising on my new land, I immediately noticed two pings on the “minimap” radar screen that’s placed in the top left of the Second Life viewer. There were two people on my land.
The house had been filled with dungeon toys. A couple of dozen of them. Sitting on a chair was a dominatrix with long dark hair, idly waving a riding crop.
This wasn’t particularly surprising, as I’d put the land up for sale — buying it had wiped out my Linden Dollar account, and I’m not especially attached to it. But they weren’t moving, which was odd. Flying around, I realised the radar paints were in the blockhouse. The exit from the blockhouse isn’t immediately obvious, so I decided to jump in, say hello, and lead them out if necessary.
The first thing I saw in the blockhouse was the avatar of a naked man strapped face-down over a piece of sexual apparatus that presented his backside. I then realised that the blockhouse had been filled with dungeon toys. A couple of dozen of them. And, sitting on a chair I didn’t recognise, was a dominatrix with long dark hair, idly waving a riding crop.
“Please be quiet,” she said. “We are busy.”
“Um, I don’t think so,” I typed.
“Go away,” typed the slave.
“I not tell you to talk,” the dominatrix tapped out.
Feeling more than a little stupid, I explained that they and all their objects had invited themselves on to my land.
“We will be done soon. Please be quiet,” typed the domme, whose name was Mastress and who hailed from somewhere in Germany.
I resisted the urge to pull a weapon and blow them off my land like an enraged farmer. Instead, I used the.....
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