What's new, Pussycat?

Again I haven't written much the last weeks. Been working RL most of the holiday season and spent the rest of the rare time in SL; so no time to write here. I think I should get used to write at least one article per day, so I not forget, what happened...

The new/first slave of my Gor-son was a big disappointment. We all thought he was nice and we all welcomed him to the family, but he turned out as a weirdo. Got a big tantrum, shoting down River with no reason, interrupting a RP. - I thought it was just a tantrum for some reason... happens to the best.... and waited for him to calm down. But he started an odd, ridiculous vendetta with spellfire and other griefer-HUDs, bothering not only us but friends too. *shrugs* It seems, SL offers a platform for too many weirdos...

Roleplay these days been not much. For one reason we are in the wrong time-zone. Another reason is the season. Too many people are away for the holidays. And sometimes I have the feeling, that Gor-RP is about to die. Well, we're a bit "special" anyways, as we prefer "realistic" RP instead of the usual pew-pew, raid, burn down houses (ridiculoust thing ever to do, unless you do it really well, like those savages who - not used to buildings - tried to make a campfire in a taverne-room...), rape etc.

We had some big hope in the Nutri Life System (NLS), but it figures out to be a RP-killer instead of a RP-enhancement. People spending the whole day  gathering products. Slavegirls kneeling in their dancing silks in gathering places and digging for salt and metal and gold... Or shooting down zillions of Tabuk (one-horned deer), verr (sheep), bosk (cows) and tarsk (pigs) to offer horn, wool and leather for dumping prices. I wonder, what's the point of it? It not only takes their time which they could spend more useful by doing RP, it's also not a bit realistic and it kills everybody else's RP with the NLS-goods too, as you don't have a chance to be a serious merchant. And I don't talk of making lots of NLS-coins. I have those plenty; don't need them. I would even give someone OOC some silver-tarsk so that he'd be able to buy goods from me, if he RPs it well! But what's the point, when you for example RP traveling to the desert in a caravane, haggling with merchants there for salt, and then you return with loads of salt... and you can right delete it, because you will never sell it. And why can't you sell it? Cause potential customers will either gather and grind for hours their own salt in gathering places (it should be only available in the desert BTB) or - even worse - buy it to 100s for some pennies from people, who have nothing else to do than camp on the spawners all day long.

Anyways... it's a bit frustrating as I really had hope in the NLS as RP-enchancement. If I could afford it, I would rent a SIM again and build a city, where the use of the NLS is controlled and taken as what it should be: An Enhancement, not a RP-killer.

However... today we made another attempt. We RPed to load a ship full of goods for the north. Including our new snow-sleen (fun!) plus his sled. The ship-loading was fun as we met a new healer of Tabor at the docks, who's a good RPer and who bought some of the medical supplies which we bought from the producers in Tabor Mountain.

When the ship was loaded, we travelled far north to sell stuff, which we had bought before from producers around Tabor and on our trading travels. The SIM we went to was crowded, so we thought we had some fun RP putting up a marketstand, offering goods, haggling and advertizing.... and been ignored.

People were gathering in the taverne, they didn't even bother to check the gates as we knocked loudly and blew the horn. Some of their warriors passing us without a word, not even wondering about the strangers in their city... We packed our crates and returned to the ship.

Fortunately on our way to the docks we met a blacksmith from another city, so finally we had some fun RP haggling with him and selling him some iron and candy canes. Too bad he didn't want the long-johns our seamstress in Tabor is knitting and which my boys modelled for him. :-) So after all it wasn't that bad thanks to this guy. And maybe we have more luck when next time we will visit his homestone...

My son's first slave

Yes, I have a son on Gor, called Dar. Long story... He was away for a long time, but now he is back. And he became a member of the Tabor Guard.

This week he found a lost boy and took him for a trial period of three days. But he kept him, so today was the official collaring of Jasper. Another slave in our growing household.

Here are some pics. (I guess, one of my other boys will add the RP of the collaring):

me, myself and I

After I finally finished the menstuff-Hunt last week, I wanted to take part at the competition. But for some reason it uploads and loads and loads and loads... well, it stucks in the upload and nothing happens. Oh well! No competition then. But here's the pic(s) I took for it. Sorry for the bad resolution, but they only allowed 512 x 512 pixels, which is not much:

Shape: # 125 "Curtis" from Jungle Boys
Skin: #20 LOGO
Hair: #78 Bad@zz
Eyes: #1 KMADD
Jacket: #3 Subversion
Jeans: #41 KamreK Creations
Boots: #35 Dino's Boutique
Necklace: #52 Mustang Trading Post
Facetattoo: #82 Trixa Design
Facelight: #108 Body Doubles
Pose: #27 VICE Poses

Disney Gor

Now, this was too funny, as we were in the middle of a trading- and haggling-RP and this FAIRY came along, in silken fluffy clothes with wings... dancing barefoot through the high snow and claimed to be a panther. That gives "Disney Gor" a very new perspective!

busy week

So, what happened this week? So much, that I can't even remember all. The main event was, that my lil devil Mick returned to the chain. Four boys now... I guess I need a Master-convalescence-holiday soon! :-)

Here's a pic of the collaring and my lovely boys. More pics and the whole ceremony you can read in my lil sunshine's blog.

I even made a bosk-roast all by myself. Masterly for my boys. It was well done. I mean... really.. very well done. My boys are sooooo fond of my cooking skills, but they were too modest and overwhelmed by the honor to eat more than a tiny piece of the delicious, very crunchy roast. (And if anyone tells you, my cooking skills would credit any Tuchuk torturer, he's lying!)

Last sundway we were dancing again at the OOC dance in Tabor:

This time we themed it White latex and we looked really hot and sexy.

Hmmm, can't remember much more about this week. Some pointless discussions. Oh, a RP where we spread candies all over the Tabor cluster, but unfortunately the slaves seem to be full of candies already, so nobody really searched for the lost candies. Did some trading with Iceberg for wool. Oh, and my son Darion Ninetails is now a member of the scarlets. Yay!

So, that's it as far as I remember...

 

It's the season

The last weeks we were a bit busy preparing for christmas. Our Earth-Parcel is beach and as we didn't want to change this, we made a nice skybox. Pics will follow soon.

So, here's just a pic of River and me decorating the christmas-tree while Mick plays the bagpipe:

Chance - first boy of Tabor - has put out the traditional skating rink in Tabor and asked us to decorate Tabor Isle a bit. I wished I had more time... I'm a slooooooow builder, checking and rechecking again and again... but however, I think it's nice. And fun to complain IC (in character) about the "lazy slaves, who don't keep the ways free of snow", while I OOC (out of character) shoveled the snow there all by myself. :-)

This is one of those pictures... hmmm... I think, everybody, who likes to take pictures in SL knows the situation: I am normally in low graphics because of lag... but then you have this moment, where you think "Wow! That would be an amazing snapshot!", but as you are in low graphics, you want to do it even better... raising draw distance, atmospheric shader, playing with different windlights etc etc etc - and at the end, the result is just disappointing, as the magic moment is gone. - This is one of those disappointing pictures, but I don't have an other.