Last time, dear readers, I brought you an overview of the Greenies, a mischievous little alien race that inhabits Greenies Home Rezzable and Greenies Lawn Rezzable. During my time spent exploring these areas and getting to know them about as well as I could, I felt a desire building within me to join them. I know that may sound silly, dear readers, but joining them is far easier than you may imagine. The store in Greenies Home is jam-packed with all manner of Greenies to slip into, including homages to various shows and sci-fi extravaganzas, to name a few. Following my success in first contact I thought that I would return in order to mingle with them. I thought that I would come back in order to become one with them.

Aliens are among us! Do not be alarmed, dear reader, for the aliens I speak of are not what you may typically imagine. They are not homicidal mindless animals with acidic blood or giant space monstrosities with tendrils and snappy teeth and a desire to open you up and get intimate with your entrails. No, the aliens I speak of are a mite less intimidating. They are the kind of aliens that sneak about when you aren’t looking and scribble on your notepads. The kind that put on your lipstick and make kissy faces. The kind your cat considers very, very, very good sport. The aliens I speak of are tiny, green and absolutely amazed at the massive beings known as ‘humans’. How they came to find the grid is unknown, but they reside now in Greenies Home Rezzable, as well as Greenies Lawn Rezzable, two massive builds encompassing all manner of things mundane and bizarre.

For a bato like me out on the trail, riding from sim to sim with nary a care in the world other than to make some quick cash and move on, the strange and fantastic and twisted do little to unnerve me. I’ve seen things that would make your blood turn to ice; entire areas filled with n00bs, spamming gesture after gesture as they writhe and beg everyone around them for ‘monies for pen15’. I’ve seen entire sims dedicated to the seedier side of the market, where those engaged in carnal acts speak one word, typically ‘mmmm’, if that even qualifies. I’ve seen haunted buildings, filled with evil and scary sound-effects that genuinely made me want to run screaming in the other direction. I’ve seen aliens, and furries, and zombies, and giant robots and cel-shaded cartoon characters. In my head rests an entire repository of crazy knowledge, passed down from my years of exploring this place we call Second Life.

Windlight is one of Second Life's most interesting and exciting new features, having been introduced to widespread interest and appeal. Many designers throughout the massive grid utilize Windlight to create products which shimmer or glow, catching the eye of anyone passing by and making them stop, if just for a moment, to check it out. However, up until I was dispatched to go to the Tunnel of Light, I had never seen any product or place that had utilized Windlight so well, and so absolutely, to create something a bit off the beaten path. Both housing a store, and housing two trippy, twisted and altogether interesting rides, Tunnel of Light is the sort of place you want to go and spend a great deal of time at, somewhere you just want to stare at the pretty, pretty lights…

 

My, my, traveler, you do look lost. Have you come to me to find your way? Tsk, tsk. My guidance has a price, I’m afraid. I am a storyteller. It is in my nature to tell stories. Be not afraid, however, for the story I have for you is one of great interest to the community at large. One that I believe will make you wiser, and make it less likely for you to befall a terrible, twisted fate. That is not a threat, not at all. No, it is a warning, true and plain. So sit, open your ears and be prepared to hear the tale of the Jiang Shi, known as the Chinese Hopping Zombie, or in some interpretations, a vampire. A very deadly vampire that feeds not on blood, but on life essence itself. Ah! I see that perked your interest. Come now, lean in and listen, for it is time…

 

The Continuing Adventures: Following our last entry, there was a public outcry to discover what had happened to our poor hero, the explorer and blogger Lazarus Charron. Did he hook up with the three lovely women? Or was something darker waiting for him? Was there more to see of the gorgeous Infra-Red Rezzbox? In order to discover his true fate, we dispatched a team of our own to locate him. And find him, we did. Now, below, witness the conclusion of our epic tale, the second part of the Rezzbox Adventure that so many have been clamoring for. Written by his own hand before his return, it is a harrowing account of bravery, courage and snazzy, snazzy living. Be warned, for wicked things this way come.

Friday, October 24th:

Unearthed here, for the very first time, is the long-lost diary of Lazarus Charron, high-seas adventurer, explorer of sims and of the grid at large. Given a quest to locate the highest quality skyboxes in all of Second Life, he set out more than week ago to satiate his desires. He was never heard from again. Here, on this very page, is the unedited, unaltered, copy of his own personal journal detailing his journey and the discoveries therein. Be warned! Some of this material may be shocking, and some of it may be enlightening, for it contains knowledge of the legendary Rezzbox! Be warned. This is not a tale for the lighthearted.

Thursday, October 16th:

Step right up! Step right up! You sir, with the mustache? Madame, how about you? Yes, you! No? Oh, well, how about you! Yes, you! You right there! You have a curious glint in your eyes! Have you come to stimulate your senses? Have you come to shatter your mind, smash into it into little powder and float on a tide of creativity? No! Wait, what, no? Seriously? You just want to hear about the Carnival of Doom? Well, fine, I mean, I’m not judging you or anything. Why would I? I'm a friendly, laid back sort of a guy. The kind that does not stab random passers-by with sharp objects when they give me the stinkeye. The kind that doesn't bury their bodies in shallow graves out by the chicken coop. No sir, no ma'am, no gender-neutral pronoun, no way.