...in the SteamSkyCity sim before it gets all spiffed up.
...take the ferry to lionsgate...
...another coffin photo...
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
...one of a few places I go to contemplate....
...at the Shelter formal lagfest
...botanical gardens...
later that same night...
the tango, of course.
The Shansi .45 is even more fun to operate than to watch in operation.
...or at least a handful of them. I'm the fourth from the left in line, rather obscured by the formidable beehive launcher brandished by my neighbor. The sound and fury of our fusillade was highly intimidating, and I do not doubt that the war will be quite noisy.
Miss Malaprop is in the foreground. Having now seen it in action, I must have one of her machine pistols.
I think of The Dancers at the End of Time. I know people say SL is all Snow Crash-y or The Diamond Age, but I'm oft reminded of the mannered, impulsive, immortals of Michael Moorcock's stories and their chaotic creation.
...Jherek noticed that the sky had turned a deep pink, almost a cerise, and was clashing dreadfully with the beach, while on the horizon behind him he saw that two palms and a cliff had disappeared altogether. In their place stood a silver pagoda, about twelve storeys high and glittering in the morning sun.
The neko-boi gets to odd places... (the Block, rooftop)