Second Life Herald

Remembering Djduerer Zou

by Pixeleen Mistral, Sports desk

I met Djduerer Zou as he was trying to sort out how to sail a Flying Tako sailboat in Sanchon - and having a rough time of it. I'd been racing sailboats in Second Life for a while, and I spent some time showing DJ some of the tricks - and made a friend. This was back in the days when the main thing I did in Second Life was organize and run sailboat races, and occasionally indulge in some small amounts of yacht club politics and drama. That sort of thing was what seemed to come with playing the big time virtual sailing game, back in the day.

DJ was playing a different game, though. For him, Second Life was a way to re-live some of what he was missing in RL - sailing and dancing. On bad days, DJ was probably the slowest typist in the metaverse and would go AFK without warning. This used to drive me nearly crazy. In time I learned the unpredictable disappearances and uneven typing happened because DJ was ill - terminally ill. Second Life was more than an amusement for him - it was an escape. On good days DJ could sometimes manage to complete a race or two with the rest of the metaverse sailors. He also gave me advice - some of which I took to heart.

LEVELING UP LINDENZ

By Prokofy Neva, Kremlindenologist

More missing Lindens : (

Mournfully, I moped around Sutherland, steeling myself for that lonely, chilly vigil out on the Sea of Omidyar once again. Looking to the darkening synthetic skies and the overlarge angry sun, I felt my heart sink. I needed some other strategy. Uri had whispered, "Don't think they all swim with the fishies..." I wracked my brains, wondering what other Linden Places I could seek. None of them pulled up anymore on the search...but then, nothing else pulled up either. I flew around Waterhead listlessly, then headed out to Pooley. It was hard to imagine there'd be any clue buried in the brilliant white porcelain and steel men's room build...I dodged some hurtling newbs and stared at the gleaming arches of the build...the scaffolding of the Metaverse...then at the map again...

Suddenly, spying the Temple, I got an idea.

My Transformation

True story of how hermaphrodite hyena turns humans into furres via intercourse!

[An exclusive first hand account of how human avatars are turned into furries. Names have been changed to protect the yiffilicious from the officious. If you are (i) at work or (ii) under 18 or (iii) easily offended by things like yiffing STOP READING NOW! -- the Editrix]

by Leda Swanson

Those who know me in SL know that I am not the kind of girl to serve a master, and yet one day, as I stepped back and took stock of my place in SL, I realized I had become a slave. Not literally, or it would not be much of a story as there are thousands of slaves, pets and subs in Second Life, but figuratively. No, my enslavement was in the form of addiction and my master was furry. I had grown addicted to sex with furres, and I could see no end in sight.

After my first couple of sessions of furry sex I knew I was hooked. I found myself picturing little scenes from the night before at work, growing excited and distracted and though on the inside I was in heat, my friends assumed by the level of my distraction that I was in love.

Second Life Back Stories: The City of Lost Angels

[All the fanfare about Second Life and virtual worlds more generally has to do with the builds and the things you can capture with Fraps and screenshots. But in my view that isn't where the action is. The builds and textures and skins and clothes are just eye candy designed to facilitate the creation of in-world narratives and histories. But those histories are being lost and the content is evaporating into the aether. Or are they? While groups and guilds record their histories, we we seldom get to see them and share in them. I thought it would be a virtual public service to begin publishing more second life RP back stories. Today we begin with the back story to The City of Lost Angels. Screenshots are mine. --Uri]

The End of the Beginning: The Story of the City of Lost Angel's

by Suzanna Soyinka
©2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010 - Angel's Respite

The conceit of the human race has always been its most curious aspect. It was the early part of the 21st Century, a century that had been much lauded in fiction and fantasy alike to be the next great Golden Age of humanity where all the ills of the world would be erased by technology and all of mankind would finally be working together for the greater good.

Writers though, are often idealists. The 21st Century came, and the technology came with it. But instead of saving the world, it was compartmentalized and corporatized, copyrighted, registered, trademarked and patented, and turned into the chains of the system that bound the whole world into dependence upon it. Much of the world fell under this new technology based domination without even a single protest, but some of humanity resisted, some turning to logic, others to activism, but many turned to religion.