OMG WTF
Oh my droogy droogs. What tales I have to tell of places far away and creatures that defy description.
That would be fun writing about Second Life like that. But I'm frankly incapable. In fact, I defy anyone to describe the place in terms other than their personal experience. Intrigued by jigsawpig's comments, I signed up on a trial basis the other day. Apart from some amusing gaffs in configuring my avatar (budding breasts, anyone?) I rapidly decided it was a fun place to go, so I signed up yesterday for full membership. I think it's a definite must to know someone there, otherwise it could quickly get really frustrating and boring. I'm still in a bit of a daze, and spend a lot of time at one of the receptions areas just observing the wildlife. And wildlife abounds. I've seen skeletons, magnificently endowed Amazons, pixies, foxes, whores (of all three sexes), robots, goths, hippies, cyberpunks, talking chickens and frogs, and of course one or two relatively "normal" folk. Listening in on various conversations is also enlightening. There are people from all social strata, all continents, all ages, and any and all orientation. This morning, for example, there was a gay grey fox discussing shoes with Darth Vader. And, like the old #chat channels of yesteryear, there are the inevitable trolls and bad eggs. Policing appears to be gentle and not too intrusive, but effective. The reception area is rated PG, and apparently there are R rated places for folk to go and "defonce" if they so wish.
I'll take some photos some time if I remember. Just to illustrate my point for those who venture not...