Surviving on the streets of Second Life

There was once a time that I was the big shot. The guy upstairs. The man on top.

You know how it is. A legend in my own mind.

When I asked for a grilled cheese sandwich, I was the one that got the extra cheese.

You know how it is.

But then it happened.

The gambling ban. The one reason I even had some money. Any money. It was like the stock market crash of 1989 but virtually. People were fleeing Second Life like rats on a sinking ship. Then the WSE fiasco and Ginko Financial tanked. Friends left. Crushed under their depressed egos and empty wallets, they assumed the fetal position one by one.

But like a third world country struggling to feed the children mush at twenty cents to the dollar while a certain nonprofit organization took the eighty cents from that dollar. But it’s coming back. Slowly but surely. I think. Me? I’ve been taking odd jobs here and there. Gotta climb the social ladder again to the top. Right now, I’m just trying to stay warm and away from those crazy people that start with a L. There’s a curfew where I’m at and you just don’t mess with the gangs around here.

Maybe one day it’ll be cleaned up again. And we’ll get to throw the dice. But not now.

Not now.