Comments on: Squattin’ Life: Part 3 – When You Got Trouble in Mind

By: Archie

Archie — Thu, 13 May 2010 12:32:08 +0000

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By: Emperor Norton hears a who?

Emperor Norton hears a who? — Fri, 30 Apr 2010 16:08:03 +0000

Jezz,
hon’ someone needs to explain the facts of life in the big virtual city to you; mad scientists aren’t like your bother, when a mad scientist looks at you he doesn’t see a female avatar, he sees “experimental test subject”. Sure he looks hot with his Tesla coil, lab coat and bad hair day but underneath all that glamor lurks the heart of a mad man. Do you want to end up with a meter tall beehive hairdo after he pulls the leaver? No! Be smart, be safe.

By: Jezz Enoch

Jezz Enoch — Thu, 29 Apr 2010 08:42:23 +0000

Yep, Hobo…some riled-up rascals done brung down the whole fake thing….Xstreet shoppin’ maul, SL fake world, fake-money bank, an’ so on.

We’ll go on that-thar killin’ spree soon as them-there flyin’ monkeys props the mess up agin’ so’s we can have us a time.

Only thing about havin’ us a summer o’ discontent am that like ol’ Richard III (which I were forced to go to in skool–an’ liked somwhat becuz ol’ King Richard were a stone-cold killer) am that somebody come along an’ cuts of YOUR head in the end.

Them flyin’ monkeys am a gonna be madder’n hell now.

By: hobo kelly

hobo kelly — Thu, 29 Apr 2010 07:48:58 +0000

Wellzum, I was goina drive my hotwired Corvette over to the Enoch Squat to pickup Jezz for a ride, cuz I done need a good Gunner in the shotgun seat to go out for a Wednesday night of indiscriminate killin’ and maimin’ of them thar Flyin’ Monkeys, rich folks and land barrons. Someone handy wif a gun that could really make a difference, you know, like someone who recycles their brass soas they can have moar fun on the cheap, moar shootin’ and maimin’ fun that is. I envisioned gettin a little loaded and then loading up a little. Or gettin’ a LOT loaded and then loading up a LOT. I even filled up that thar window washer fluid tank with that blue fluid what gets the blood and ligaments offin your windshield real fast.

It would be like a disenfranchised Thelma and Louise type of senario only wif more of a dripping crimson scene. Maybe a little blood and gore and guts in our teeth when time comes to pull into a handy fake roadhouse to have a few moar fake barley pops before findin’ us some moar victums. The kind of thing you moar and moar in Second Life today.

But then I see where that thar green Flyin Monkey says he’s bees bein your brother, and how your mama used to talk about puttin’ peoples eyes out and all. But that thar just don’t seem right to me cuz’ I knows that your brother bees bein one Pappy Enoch. And it don’t make no sense to me no way, no how, that you could have one brother as smart as Pappy, and at the same time have another brother who is so much moar dumber like that thar green Flyin Monkey.

So I bees bein hangin’ back for the time bees bein. As much as a night of indiscriminate Killin’ and Maimin’ sounds like a load of fun against anyone wut gets in our way, I’ll just have to squash bugs an think of things that could have been.

Plus that thar fake ground aint workin so well tonight since them no good Woodburys took to crashin the grid to the ground. I gets me a feelin’ that this is gonna be the summer of discontent. Unless you like hoppin’ trains and shootin Flyin Monkeys that is…

By: Jezz Enoch

Jezz Enoch — Wed, 28 Apr 2010 23:55:23 +0000

I ain’t skeered o’ no Gor-gor boys. I knows they wants me as one o’ them slave gals, but I are too smart. I already done made me a deal with one o’ them Steampunk Mad Scientist Fellers, after I read sum’fin you done wrote, Emp’rer Norton.

So if’n them Preacher-Kings o’ Gor lands an’ comes after me one nite, they am a gonna have a jarnormous steam-run robot steppin’ on them!

In return, I’ll git them scientists Pappy’s brain, what they am of it.

By: Emperor Norton hears a who?

Emperor Norton hears a who? — Wed, 28 Apr 2010 19:56:52 +0000

And when the Gorians come about late at night and the scripts are on?
Do you really want to end up dressed like you’re out of “I Dream of Genie” and juggling chainsaws for the purulent amusement of your new furry Gorian rope master Jezz? I think not. You’re just asking for trouble. Yes, I can understand with your family history why you leery at spending the nocturnal hours near your brother but you need to have some virtual street smarts.

By: GreenLantern Excelsior

GreenLantern Excelsior — Wed, 28 Apr 2010 19:46:27 +0000

Mama always said you’d put your eye out.

By: Flint Stone

Flint Stone — Wed, 28 Apr 2010 14:06:09 +0000

Not quite as good as Possum Pie; but it works.