Monday, May 16, 2016

Nydia Tungsten Speaks on Recent Events

By Bixyl Shuftan

Nydia Tungsten has had quite a history in Second Life, notably as a valued member of the Sunweavers. Her own group of fans, the Angels, could be considered a comminity in itself, on occasion the Sunweavers are refered to as the Sunweaver/Angels community. But the past several weeks have not been kind to the little white vixen. One problem was her computer, her pets had knocked the unit on the floor, wrecking it. But the real problem was her mother. In poor health recently, she finally passed away, leaving Nydia and her family in mourning, and stuck with bills as the funeral insurance would not pay for certain expenses. Such difficulties would mean the end of Second Life for many, but Nydia's friends came together in support for her. Recently, Nydia asked to talk about this trying time and the response of her friends.

"I want to let everyone know how much their support means to me," Nydia spoke of the response of her friends, "It has be been a really sh**ty 8 weeks for me. ... I never really feel like I am all that special, I am just here and I have great friends."

"I felt terrible about my system being broke, then my Mom started to take a turn for the worse again. I thought she would turn around again, I really did. But then, she started slipping. I had very little in the way of an outlet. I couldn't even come here much."

"I was overwhelmed with frustration and...and....despair. ( I am fighting back tears right now remembering). Then I started getting glimpses of what was happening here, for me. I couldn't understand it,  but I was so grateful for it. Then Reco, goddess bless him and make all his dreams come true, paid for the buy-down for both my sims, over 1200 US dollars. I was in shock, So I was able to reduce the rents of all my renters. Then he buys me another computer, a whole ferkin' computer! (One) that was just a bit shy of 2,000."

"You're wondering where he got the money?" I asked.

"I do wonder," Nydia answered, "I hope everything is okay for him."

"He has been doing a *lot* for a number of people<" I spoke, "But when I asked him about it, his response was simply 'I just wanted to help.' "

"Dear goddess he HAS helped," Nydia responded, "He even sent me money to help with the burial of my Mother. There is no way I can ever repay him, I wish there was something I could do for him."

"Then there was the memorial set up next to us," Nydia directed my attention to the cross set up nearby, which was soon followed by candles and flowers, "I am starting to realize how much I am cared for here.. While touching, it scares me a bit as well. I have never been that cared about in real-life, never one of the 'in' crowd so to speak, So being shown I am loved this much, it overwhelms me.I don't know how to react to it. To me, I am just me, nothing special, just here. So, I don't see, why, or understand."

"Well, you have been here for many of us in a time of need," I told her, "a shoulder to cry on, a ear to listen to."

"But, that's just being a good person," Nydia answered, "So, I am just not used to it I guess. But I would like to take this opportunity to thank each and everyone of my family and friends here in Second Life and please know I love you. Dear goddess I can't say that enough, and I never will be able to repay you for all the warmth and love shown to me. It has sustained me through this whole ordeal."

It was then that Nydia finished what she had to say about recent weeks, and we talked more about other matters before we had to part.

Bixyl Shuftan

Monday, May 9, 2016

Tinies' Jail and Bail at the Fantasy Faire

By Bixyl Shuftan

Sunday May 1 was the last official day of the 2016 Fantasy Faire, a Relay for Life mega-event noted for it's Fantasy-themed items up for sale, and several well-designed sims that are worth going to just to explore around. Among the events that day, at 11AM SL time was a tiny-themed "Jail and Bail" at the Bright Haven sim in which the tiny Faire "pawlice" did a mock arrest of fellow tinies Clover Dezno and Druscilla Ferraris.

It never fails! These two tinies can't go a Faire without adding to their ever expanding rap sheet! But say what you will, Clover Dezno and Druscilla Ferraris know how to pawtay! Ever see a sim full of tinies get nakie in protest! We have. Who knows what will happen? All we can say for sure is that Justice has never been swifter! Or cuter! 

The two avatars in question, along with a supporting spider, stood in a cell behind bars, with some of the Faire tiny cops standing by on segway scooters with sirens attached. On top of the cage was a printout of the late Shady Fox whom passed away a few months ago, still fondly remembered by the tinies. Nearby were two Relay kiosks to donate to. Next to the cage in the water was a "Colossus" style avatar, which while sympathetic to the tinies would not bust them out as she explained her size didn't make her immune from the law. Next to the cage was a huge sign listing the charges against the pair, "inciting riots against authority, libelous words against Faire pawlice, obstructing pawlice actions, inciting crowds against pawlice." 

It didn't take long for a crowd to gather. Clover encouraged them to donate, "a donation to free us is an investment in FREE SPEECH for everybodys," as well as egging them on, "I wants to see more protest signs out dere, come on Tinies and Dinkies!"

The dark unicorn Avariel Falcon began chewing on one of the blue uniforms, which got one calling out, "Avariel, dat uniform ish SACRED! No nommin, or ya go back in da cage n' stuff!" Someone quipped, "She got a taste for Tiny Uniforms now! No Pawlice is safe!"

Time went on, people continuing to make donations, and comments, "35 min is an eterity for a tiny." "I'm all for the revolution, but when you got a Ferret and a BKOD in a cage together, something must be up." "Oh hey how did I miss that charge. *reads* Dru? Clover? You went on a PANTY RAID????" "Lets make em fight to da death!" "Tiny Torture!" "Dru vs Clober vs Aine! Who will win! Bwahahaha!"

Before long, the two were asking for food and drink, "I HAZ BIN WIFOUT JOOS NOR WAFFLE FOR OVER A HOUR!" "Ya dats cuz you bein punished for yer ebilness." "Yew got noms in dere?" "I starting to feel sick in here." "I FEEL FAINT." "We has no WATER!" "WE DEMAND WATER!" "WE DEMAND WOOTBERRY JOOS!" "HALP US!" "Dun leave us like dis!" "I too weak to stand." "What's wrong wit Dru! DOCTOR, NEED A DOCTOR!!" "Pawlice medics! Come help our suspects, they is fainted!"

Someone comented, "Tiny riots are the most cheerful and happy riots you can have!" Another added. "Yep. Tinies can't even take a riot seriously!"

 At about 12 Noon, enough money was raised, "Unlock the jail." "FREEEDOM!!!!" "DEY got da DOOR OOPEN!" "RUN RUN!" "Neener-neener-neeeeeener!" "Run Wild!"

Exactly what happened next is less then clear, but the results were it were the boys in blue who ended up behind bars, "We has you NOW!" "WE GOT EM!!!!" And the door was slapped shut on them. "HA!  Hahahaha!  Heeheehee!  Hee-heeee!" "Oh no the pawlice are trapped!" "The PAWLICE ARE IN JAIL!!!" "WOT DA HECK?!" "O! WE WUZ TRICKED!" "PAWLICE LOOK GOOD IN THEre!!" "YOU IS BAD PAWLICE!!!" "OMG, I can't believe this?!?! after all the work i've done for the pawlice here I am landed in jail???" "YOUR turn to pay!"

 And before long, the cops had exchanged their blues for prison stripes. "Now where ya gonna get yer security?" "Ya wot about all the criminals out dare doing crimez!" "On behalf of all da innocent Faire people who has been put in jail I say..... EAT DIS!" "JIMMINY CRICKET! I am getting claustraphobic!" "Help us! We left the key in a pile of waffles somewhere!" "You not taking care of criminals, you here torturing tinies!!!" "You want out, YOU raise some dough now!" "But but morton, we not only arrested innercentz tinies but innercentz biggies and unicorns too. we an equal opportunity pawlice department!" "We're happy to arrest any one any time! hehe!" "We got lots of cells, lots of batons, n' lots of pepper spray! Anyone is welcome to partake!" "Thankyou for those amazind donations... how much can we get into those kiosks.. we are making it up there but will it be enough to keep them in there??? or do we want them out??? you decide!!!"

 One of the cops turned inmates couldn't take it and began munching on some chocolate cereal puffs. "Lemme out! Im panicking! I will sweep streets! I will clean litter boxes! I will polish hooves and boots! I SWEAR IT! ... I cant take it! I need MORE COCOA PUFFS DAMMIT!" "Dey just want us to be responsible and to not abuse our powah! Dat's not cool!" "Morton... Morton... You seem like you abusive towards prisoners, and have an inflated sense of importance... Wanna join da pawlice? *grins ebily*" "No way!" "We got waaaffles..."

One of the cops-turned-prisoners drew a file from his hat and began sawing on one of the bars. No one paid much attention, probably because the bars were pretty thick and like the filer it was tiny. But then there was a flash of light, temporarily blinding the crowd. And when the flare and smoke cleared, the prisoners were gone.

And so came to an end one of the wackiest jail and bails of the Relay season, done only as Second Life's tinies can.

Bixyl Shuftan