Comments on: The Problems of Gor – Part 1

By: ~tease{Thor}~fg

~tease{Thor}~fg — Wed, 06 Nov 2013 01:40:42 +0000

I found Goreans in Second Life to not be anywhere near what my perception of Goreans have always been. Plus, Gorean men were not cruel.

“Perhaps it should only be added that the Gorean Master, though strict, is seldom cruel. The girl knows, if she pleases him, her lot will be an easy one. She will almost never encountered sadism or wanton cruelty, for the psychological environment that tends to breed these diseases is largely absent from Gor. This does not mean that she will not expect to be beaten if she disobeys, or fails to please her Master.”
Outlaw of Gor – Page 53

that’s why I no longer play there.

By: Pappy Enoch

Pappy Enoch — Thu, 09 Jun 2011 01:35:56 +0000

@Marilyn, ol’ cuz Irma were a go-getter. I were 8 years old at the time, and leastways I didn’t git me no venerable disease.

By: marilyn murphy

marilyn murphy — Wed, 08 Jun 2011 23:41:26 +0000

@pappy: “we don’t eat no dried up stuff in Ol’ Virginny.” oh yeah?

i have not forgotten the forgotten minor scandal when you were caught with your cousin irma who was i believe 86 years young at the time.

By: Bunjie

Bunjie — Wed, 08 Jun 2011 23:39:43 +0000

@Senban Babii

A lack of news might indicate something worse brewing and being written up, other than that perhaps there’s just no news, sl is after all almost like flogging a dead horse.

If all you do is rake muck and plant no seeds nothing useful will grow, unless of course something blew in on the wind, and let’s face it nothing is blowing this ship!

I suppose she could be beating the crap out of that snitch GLE in some virtual alleyway, a deep undercover ex-pose on GLE’s internal organs!

Or perhaps investigating how baby furs like Corsi might like having a hard mesh diaper full lagtastic crinkled polygons.

Virtually speaking ‘Anonymous’ and ‘Lulzsec’ tend to be the most interesting and dominating social media bawww! fest! that is taking over my twitter stream atm, but perhaps that’s just because I’ve blocked out all the hardcore SL-tards who might re-tweet Prokofy.

God bless the herald, and all who shat in her!

By: Pappy Enoch

Pappy Enoch — Wed, 08 Jun 2011 16:27:29 +0000

@Marilyn, I didn’t say nuffin’ about no raisin debtors. That must be a Californy thing because we don’t eat no dried up stuff in Ol’ Virginny.

But we needs us some cha-cha bingos and made up crap about the fake world o’ Second Life fast, or all the collected wisdom in the Herald will vanish like one o’ them Willy Wisp things my uncle Roscoe P. Hogwallup used to chase around the swamp until Bigfoot raped him.

By: Senban Babii

Senban Babii — Wed, 08 Jun 2011 15:03:35 +0000

Okay, I know this goes against our endearingly casual and cheerful disregard for the welfare of our fellow beings here at the Herald Comments Division but has anyone thought to contact Pix just to make sure she’s alright?

I mean yes, it probably is just down to the Herald circling the drain and the captain has jumped overboard with all the rum and left no one manning the bridge but…just in case?

I know I know, silly idea, let’s set fire to the ship! Hurrah!

By: marilyn murphy

marilyn murphy — Wed, 08 Jun 2011 14:29:35 +0000

someone said that when i left the herald it lost its raison de tere. i might say it again if this keeps up.

By: Senban Babii

Senban Babii — Wed, 08 Jun 2011 12:43:08 +0000

Well it’s almost two weeks since Timothy posted about Post 6 and almost three weeks since Pix posted anything.

Face it kids, this pool’s closed. The only unfinished business now is to see who is going to get the last words in the Herald.

By: Pappy Enoch

Pappy Enoch — Wed, 08 Jun 2011 11:24:53 +0000

No new story in a heap o’ days. Pix am on vacation o’ been kiddy-napped by Porkrind Neva.

If’n it am option 2, we needs to git some stone-cold fake hillbilly rascals over to Ravenglass to rescue her.

By: Senban Babii

Senban Babii — Mon, 06 Jun 2011 22:17:12 +0000

Truly the verisimilitude of your words comforts me on a summer’s eve in the orchard, dearest Norton. Though in truth, the deep introspection of which you speak and hint, hums like bees through the branches of that oak ‘neath we kissed those many summers ago.

Now wrap that up in a Lara Croftian English accent and the blush should be radioactive