So what now? The gambling sector has been shut down and with it, much of the ways for any free accounts check out Second Life.
While I haven’t resorted to drinking yet, somehow, we have to make ends meet. Unlike other MMOs, there are no monsters to slay for gold and no treasure to hunt. In fact, I remember back in the day when Basic accounts actually had a stipend. It wasn’t much, but it got you around. Now, the poor just get poorer. Sounds a lot of real life doesn’t it? I wonder when we’re going to start inviting those guys in Entropia to come over and do the jobs we don’t want to do. Land of the free right? Well… maybe.
For now, it seems like I’ll be mopping up blood for a little bit of cash. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Don’t be surprised if find me on your street corner panhandling and hoping for just a couple Lindens to feed my new addiction.
And in case anyone was wondering… that pool of blood was a couple casino owners jumping from a highrise. Yeah, it’s a sad day today. Oh, so very sad. If you’re waiting for me to sell myself, give me a couple days. I have to get used to sleeping in a cardboard box, and begging from Evansmom for scraps.
My prediction? Next on the list to go is the sex world of Second Life. Hipihi here we come. We’re not all that far from it really. And if that’s the case, then count on me to be on the first wave of the mass exodus from this virtual world to escape into another.
Who needs voice chat and all those features?
I’m busying mopping up the blood.