Real Avatars of Genius

Yeah, we’re going to go on about the RPers again.  We here at RAoG are all about people doing/being whatever they want, it’s all good, it’s a big grid and there’s plenty of room for it all.  But we have a problem when folks try and force us to take part in their RP.

To try to clarify, we know it’s all pretend.  We all know that we aren’t really furries, elves, five-year-olds, or Rudsdaleraptors.  We know that there’s always an element of suspension of disbelief.

But then we have those officious douchenozzles who take it to the nth degree.

Yesterday, we took part in a resident’s meeting in a particularly sizeable estate.  It was your usual monthly catch-up on things related to LL, to SL, to the estate.  It wasn’t a “play” meeting in that we weren’t discussing things like play fire departments or play police or the like; we were talking about real issues with real computers and how it affects the making of real money.  Also, just to clarify, this is not a RP estate.

Well we got into a conversation with a person there about an idea of making a sort of tour guide of the estate we’re in, as a way of helping new people find their way around.  We agreed via IM to meet later on to discuss executing the idea.

Fast forward.

Guy IMs.

“Hey, come meet me at [some bar]!”

“OK, TP me in!”

“No, drive over.”

“Nah, forget it.  I’ll just stay here and build.”

“No!  Come to the [place]!”

“Where the hell is it?  What the hell is it?  If you want me to join you then bring me over!”

But noooooo we weren’t going to have that.

“WOOW relax.  I’ll send you a LM.”

OK, we’re thinking, at least now we’re being somewhat closer to reasonable.

“Use the LM and open up your map, and use the red dot as a guide and drive over.”

And of course we’re idiots but we’re also headstrong idiots so we used the LM and teleported over, the way Jesus intended.  We end up at a forced fucking landing point, in a phone booth, outside the place.

Soooo we wait for it all to rez and find our way to the door and clicked the door and just as we walk in, the person we were to meet says to the bartender (?!) “Be right back, going to use the bathroom”.

And he gets up, and walks into what is apparently a men’s room in this cafe.

“Hi!” the bartender says, “What would you like to drink!  So-and-so will be right back.”

That’s when we really internalized the fact that, oh fuck, we’ve been sucked into this RP crap.

So we did the one thing we could do, to command control over this situation: we logged the fuck off.

We’ve decided however that “just drive over” is the solution to getting anywhere in SL.

“Oh hey, I’m up on the second floor.  Just drive over.”

“I’m in my skybox but I’ll be on the ground in a minute.  I’ll drive right down.”

Because why use the technology that LL makes freely available when you can JUST DRIVE THE FUCK ON OVER?!

Whatevs.  RP guy, you are a Real Avatar of Genius.