Day4,267 Where are all the Good Men In Second life

Traveling through Ahern. Our supplies dwindled weeks ago. Copilot is acting strange, as if there is an unknown malevolent force behind her eyes. Thought we found signs of a good man, but it was just Darko Cellardoor. He refreshed our supplies. But now we are even more hungry because of it. I fear we may never finish our mission.

Panda is having a rough week.

Hope this cheers you up!

Panda I didnt know you are gay. have you waxed lately

We are still reeling from our losses in DaBoom, where a hungry tribe of Amazon Women (decked out in heels and bling bling) ate our navigator. It would seem the hunger for a good man is widespread.

We landed on the rocky coast of Furu where the harmonious voices of Sirens nearly led our pilot Pandastrong to a watery grave. They conjured up a terrible whirlpool which would have sucked our vessel down into the bowels of the ocean had it not been for our Cubey power sail. Pandastrong was mesmerized at the sight of their naked breasts as they bared them at our departure and was only held back by the memory of his Odyssey and his weeping companion Darko.

Beware all those good men who would enter Furu unarmed.

It was then that we happened across the badly mutillated corpse of Magellan Linden. The last entry in his Chronicles sent shivers down our spines...

"We have travelled to the ends of the known world in search of a good man in Second Life...but found only dispair. Let this be my final resting place, that the wild griefers may have me as food."

The breasts of the Sirens where too much for my Copilot to handle, given the nipple entropy she has endured for the last 4,267 days. She held on to the dead body of Magellan linden, who she believed to be a good man, as we made our way towards...

Morris...

Once we arrived at Morris, we were shocked to find it in disarray. It was devoid of architecture and completelyl comprised of sand without boxes. No boxes to be found anywhere. Where are all the Good Boxes IN Second Life ???

Rumor has it that a local tribe has taken all the boxes and use them for baby storage.

Meanwhile, across the sea in Ahern, a young box primcess called Paris was chosen by the gods to be an arbitrator in a contest between three goddesses, as to who's box was the most beautiful. Each goddess offered her a bribe, Aimee offered success in battle, Rose offered rule over Rose Sim, and Lecktrodite promised her the most beautiful man in the Second Life as her husband. Paris chose Lecktrodite, and thus set in motion the start of the Darko Fairplay Wars.

LMAO... I believe it was Lecktorina no? Anden where there any beavers to be seen plying the sea of Ahern?

For 10 long years (3 minutes game time) the Darko Fairplay wars raged, devastating sims and further depleteing the supply of men, good and bad, within Second Life.

Finally, worrying that the last of the good men might die at any moment, Paris called for a truce between the warring nations, offering the peace pipe to both leaders.

Amazingly enough one of the last good men standing was YadNi Monde. He politely refused the peace pipe and was heard to mutter in a synthesizical voice "JOINT TIME".

YadNi's joint was "excellent" - but the navagation was bad and the crew was blown off course into the Doressian peninsula where they all end up in Northern Dore. Here they encounter the Box-Eaters. Ravenous Beavers who tempted the crew, some of whom, ate the temptful Boxes, but Pilot Pandastrong drug them back aboard the ship and then sailed off to the island of Nippolis.

In my defense, I was no where NEAR any of you with or without my shirt.
However, I can schedule you & the crew in for tomorrow night at 6.

Our ship, caught in a storm, drifted yet again and beached on the Isle of Lesbos. Where, our co-pilot, in despair upon learning about the death of the last good man, could not find consolation for her loss and decides instead to proffer her love to Madiera Hippolyta Queen of the Amazons; who possesses a girdle of wonderful beauty given to her by Ares Valentino.

Anthea goddess of prudent intelligence, shares the wisdom that has been given to her by Zeus and takes over command of the ship.