The Birth of Bone

In preparation for a new non-SL blog, decided to delete my old one. But before I did, I wanted to make sure I grabbed all the stuff I really wanted to keep. I stumbled upon the following post relating the first few hours of Bone’s existence. Thought it was worth sharing — even though, it’s horribly written. A blast from the past

What do you get when…

…you give thousands of people the ability to shape the world around them? Second Life.

Sounds like a cheesy marketing line right? Well, yah. It does. But! It’s true and the result are, well, let’s say interesting.

Recently I made a SL account through the CSI promotional site. The CSI area is actually kind of cool, but it’s a controlled environment and the really interesting stuff is out there, in the wilds.

Once I finished with my CSI training I headed out to an Irish bar. There I immediately started hearing whispers… from the whiskey. Just like in real life! I shot the shit with a couple of gents for awhile. On my left was a bearded man with tiny head. One my right, an anthropomorphic fox in a cowboy hat.

From there, I went to a steampunk themed island where I was hit on by a gay anthropomorphic rabbit who looked like he was tripping on E. Soon after a woman appeared. She asked if I liked girls? I said I did. She told me she was an escort. I asked if she would accept jokes as payment since I didn’t have any money at the time (also wasn’t terribly interested in soliciting a virtual prostitute.) She said no and flew off with the psychedelic rabbit.

This all happened within the first three hours of my avatar’s, Bone Mosten, existence.

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