Monday, April 25, 2011

How To Cheer Up

After being royally pissed off trolled pissed off by the incompetent Fermi Sandbox staff, I felt like I needed to do something to relax.

To make light of the situation, my friend Grau made a big-ass piece of wood with the word WEAPON on it, named DANGEROUS GRIEFER WEAPON.  I had to fight the urge to go back to Fermi on another account wearing the comical unscripted prim "weapon", but ultimately decided that was a bad idea.

I needed a sandbox with fun in it.  You wouldn't think so, but the ones maintained by Governor Linden are usually the kindest to me.  I don't want to grief, I want to relax and make a total ass out of myself!  So off to a Linden sandbox I went.

I feel it necessary to add that these sandboxes are also labeled no combat.  And I did not detach my unscripted prim gun for the following rave party.
Thank you, Governor Linden, for providing a safe and entertaining atmosphere for me to use silly dance animations while playing with large sculpted prims and listening to ABBA at 3am.  All without having to detach anything from my avatar.

Eventually we got tired of dancing and needed storytime.  Tuberman Resident first read aloud from Ulysses, then did a dramatic spoken word rendition of a song about chickens by Insane Clown Posse, and closed with several works of erotic fan-fiction involving Pokemon, 1990's cartoons, and Final Fantasy.

Our dj from earlier, Opeo, joined us, as well as many passer-by.  I guess people like sitting around listening to a giant potato read stories.  Who would have thought?



Let's be honest though, Ulysses was boring and some of the fan-fiction was a bit disgusting.  Here's a sample reaction from when Pikachu went down on Bulbasaur.  Or maybe this was from when Doug and Skeeter snuck in a quickie before school, I don't remember.

The corgi looks like it's enjoying it a little too much, now that I look again.  It must have been the Pokemon erotica. 


The giant potato takes requests.  If you can think of anything better for him to read, please, let him know.

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