Remembering Grimmy Moonflower

Man, anyone ever read Grimmy's webpage, "Good Grief"... its freaking hilarious.

http://slgriefers.4t.com/index2.html

How long was Grimmy in the grief business before he was shut down? From reading his page, it seems as if he was only able to stage one or two big stunts before he was silenced forever.

Does anybody remember him?

I had the pleasure of meeting Grimmy under a different name during one of his reappearances, and he was hysterically funny.

Most griefers in SL just seem to be people who didn't get enough attention from mommy and daddy and force the rest of the 'world' to pay that yearned-for attention to them by making asses of themselves. I didn't get that impression from Grimmy at all. He was far too quick witted to be considered your average griefer. There was definitely a method to his madness.

One line in particular that still makes me giggle is when he was giving some inventory to a newbie. The newbie was interested in the guns, especially. When asked by the newbie if a particular gun he was given was a good one, Grimmy replied, "No, it sucks, but it's what you deserve." For some reason that just cracked me up.

I just missed Grimmy's original days of grief, but I'm glad I at least got to chat with an incarnation of him. One of the funniest meets I've had in SL. I hope he's still out there somewhere.

Grimmy was the master

What did he do?

How long was he in SecondLife?

i only "met" grimmy once when he was flying back and forth in front of jarod during a tech talk event. i imd and asked him to please stop disrupting the event to which he replied "i'm in hell, care to join me?"

of course i declined as i was helping to host an event at the time but did ask if he would please pick up some hotdogs while he was there because i was getting very hungry.

he laughed and portaled away with no harm done. that was my only exposure.

Ahhhhh yes...I do have fond memories of Grimmy. If your out there One Love brotha!

Archival Post, Grimmy Classic

Kids! Kids! Kids!

EZ was never allowed to return. I'm not him, despite your over-blown and paranoid suspicions. You're devouring yourselves.

Anyone ever see that Twilight Zone episode where the aliens let the residents of the little town get so nervous they all end up killing one another? That's you, gang.

Here's the history of the events from the horse's (some might say jack-ass, but I'll quickly steal that obvious joke and save you pocket-protector clad AD&D masters from having to snort laugh and reach for your inhalers.) mouth:

On my first day in SL I opened the map, saw an event labelled "Bingo!" and thought to myself, "Bingo? BINGO!?! 'You can do WHATEVER you want! BUILD whatever you want! And BE whatever you want! It's the MATRIX!' And the kids are playing ... Bingo? You have got to be kidding me." It's likely your friend EZ thought something similar.

So, I head on over there... I walk in dressed in my first-day outfit! I'm the devil! Wooo! And I'm wielding a swell sword I bought at Skeelo's Fourth Floor Emporium or whatever. The sword has a broken script and is USELESS. Being my first weapon, I'm completely unaware that ANY weapons CAN be useful ... at this point. Mind you. I thought it was merely decorative.

[NAME HERE] tells me to put my sword away. I had no idea who this little tot with the big round glasses is, but I respond, "Why?" "Because if you don't..." the cracking little egg responds, "you'll have to leave." She then negatively rates me. Er. I'm amused.The moment this in-game-Unabomber style time-bomb started ticking can be traced to right there.

So, I put the sword away and then fly up closer to [NAME HERE] to carry on a bit of a discussion with her. I'm still not getting that she's the moderator of this event, the owner of this land, all things I discovered subsequently. Not to say that would fill me with awe and reverence... but... I say a few sarcastic things, she comes undone from the witty wiles that I've charmed all you folks with, and a Linden is summoned.

So, I decide to see if they're a little more stable than [NAME HERE]. and float above her head landing on the arch above the Bingo match. I then begin making thespitting noise located in my inventory. Occasionally I intersperse a fart. The Linden warns me again and I float away, knowing my destiny in this world: I am the God of Hellfire.

I went back on a second occasion to see what's going down. I reach for a Bingo card... BLAMMO! There's some nerd-tastic do-gooder dressed like a redneck gunman who shoots me around the place with hilariously wimpy bullets! They PUSH you in this world, I discover! Oh! Hilarity! A Linden quickly arrives and says that "the moderator of this event does NOT want <me> there." Hrrrmm. I oblige. But I've already judged this world as being fecund with those over-sensitive nerds on the receiving end of swirlies in Jr. High. Hall Monitor types.

Let's have some real fun.

A player here, a player there, they all relate to me the supposed sensitivities and spazz-outs of [NAME HERE]. (You're a gossipy bunch, and you should be ashamed.) She, apparently, is given to bouts of melodrama. Hey. So are a lot of women I know. That's cool. She still needs to pay in video-game vengeance! A random script-savvy player sees my rogue-ish AV and hands me the instrument that I will play to fake-world fame like Eddie Van Halen did his Peavey! The smoke-bomb ROCKET LAUNCHER!

It's like fate.



Percival: "I got a great idea where we should go next."
Grimmy: "I don't want to hear it."
Percival: "You'll change your mind when I tell ya."
Grimmy: "Shut up."
Percival: "Ok, Ok."
Grimmy: "It's your great ideas that got us here."
Percival: "Forget about it."
Grimmy: "Ok."
Percival: "There™. I figured you secretly wanted to know, so I told ya."
Grimmy: "That's your great idea? There's no better than here!"
Percival: "They got hover boards in There and a lot of empty huts we can hide out in. And a good climate. Nice beaches. The water's hard. You can walk on it."
____

Myself and my friend Percival clumsily plot to attack Bingo. Another (respected) player among you who I'll keep anonymous joins me. "I don't want to participate, I'll get in trouble. I just want to see the fun!"

Sure, pal!

Percival and I go in low and fast... oops! Somebody warned the Lindens! They're there! Percy goes in too close! He gets NO shots off! You dope! I get off ONE shot! One! Single! Shot! I see the place fill with that pleasing orange smoke. (There's nothing like the smell of fresh napalm in the moring, my friends.) And the Linden has already zapped me with the Suspend-o-matic Rifle! I'm impressed. Here's a quote from the e-mail he sent usright after:

Hey -- that was kind of fun. You did manage to get one shot off before my guys got to you....better luck next time.
Best,
Linden Lab

Better luck next time indeed. They were as obviously privy to my doomed destiny as I was.
I tell three other friends about this hilarious uptight world of wonders. They all get free trial accounts immediately.

"It's like walking in LA! It's like walking in Elll-Lay-HIC! (Nobody walks in LA.)"



You hopefully know the rest of the story. I attended a pool party in DA BOOM. Naked. It was pretty silly. I couldn't resist. I wheel out the ol' trusty rocket launcher.. (BLESS YOU, woman that handed that to me! BLESS YOU! She also gave one to Percy and one to our other friend who's name I won't reveal!) They begin screaming immediately, "Put it away! Put the @#$%in' gun away! Nooo!" I'm sitting, PowerBook on lap, blinking in disbelief. My hand is sitting over the (single) mouse-button.

Cuh-leeeek.

...

BOOM!

"#$%! YOU! @#$% YOU! YOU STUPID @#@@#@$%%!"

Cuh-leeeek. Cuh-leeeek.

BOOM! BOOM!

Obscenities, rocket-smoke and screams fill the air. I'm booted a mile into the sky. I click the "F" key. I'm stopped staring directly down at the pool party.

Click. Click. Click. Click. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. It's fun!

"This is what a pool party is like in Oakland, suckers!"

Eventually I was booted from the area, an airborne Militia of the People (I could never be convinced any of you have ever played an FPS based on your shooting skills) and a group of angry IM'ers rise up against me.

"Is it really worth losing your account, Grimmy!?!"

Let's check. $0.00. Uh-huh. Yes. Definitely.

I just keep coming back like the afro'd boomerang of vengeance. Eventually I got bored of the war games and we played some psychology games where I got back in good with the paranoid (ahem... puff... puff) host of the pool party.

The next day, watching over a friend's shoulder, the whole world has gone to hell. There are patrols out for "griefers" despite my public declaration of suspension. There are turrets on buildings. [Name Here] has sold Boardwalk (under the suspicion that the Lindens have welcomed back EZ? God, if you people put that in the poor girl's head... you're to blame. More likely—she's to blame. She sounds aweeeeee bit unstable. I've heard from SEVERAL of you she's done this kind of thing before.) And everywhere you go the buzz on the street is "Grimmy! Griefers! Grimmy!"

Dear lord, you folks are maleable. It's decided! You full-on deserve Grimmy The Grievous Grim Reaper!
I have some serious laughs with my friends describing this all-too-precious world where folks scan in Campbell Soup cans and play Bingo, and how easily shook up they are! More of my friends qeue up to get free accounts immediately.
"Look at that would'ja! They even erected a gallery overnight to commemorate the previous night's bombing! How thoughtful!"

So, I'm kind-hearted. I tell you all: You need an in-game penalty that absorbs the griefers that will be coming your way, since the majority of you are obviously oblivious. After the idea being poo-poo'ed it's particularly knee-slapping to find it said again and again by your eldest and most respected members! A jail. A judicial system. It would be fun.

Mr. Old Perpetual Virginal Way Too Serious Guy: "No! It would be corrupt! Police state! Eegads! Pretentious blather! Pretentious blather! I'm forgetting it's a flippin' video game!"

Mr. Guy Who Only Has The Right To Be Called Snob In A Video Game Where Your Character Is Born Without A Wee-Wee: "Feh, you cretin! We don't want or needyour type here! Hmph! We don't understand that much larger systems are suffering because of lack of revenue! We'd rather love our snooty little polygon-strecthing lives out in isolation from those meanies who make up the majority right up until we hear that shocking announcement: 'Linden Labs regrets to inform you...'—Because we're incredibly stupid and short-sighted! Brains don't mean wisdom! Remember that! Wait. Why am I talking so negatively about myself? I must be a representative character in Grimmy's story which he ought to be getting back to right about now."

Ahem.

Your world continues to fall apart, and it's your own darn fault. Pull yourself together, people! I'm starting to feel sorry for you.

One side-note: About RL retaliation. Incredibly petty ... and even more hilarious! On the old BBS we frequented in the '80s in Texas one 20-something threatened to come to our house, with his shotgun ... and SHOOT my 14-YEAR-OLD little brother for GRIEFING him IN-GAME - !

Scary? Funny? Pathetic? I absolutely salivate for the first of you to validate that sentiment. You're close. Very close. Unveil the fact that despite all your bookish, solipsistic foolishness that you're animalistic, American low-lifes. Go ahead.

Either way: It's too late. We've already "grieved you" in the RL. All those wedgies you undoubtedly received throughout your years of public and private schooling? Those mightaswell have been from me, myself. Signed with love!

I'll read these boards for entertainment long after I'm gone. So please... occasionally rip off a resentful rant. I'll be in SL heaven. Tickled.

-GM

The guy can definitely write ...

I was one of his original "victims", and in retrospect, it WAS more or less harmless. I was trying to build a house in Stanford, and he kept firebombing the place... eventually left, though.

Latest rumors I heard was that he was the alt of a fairly well-known player... who knows, though, everyone has their suspicions.

His later diatribes turned out to be fairly witty. He's a good prototype for what SL needs: a good "villain" in the world.

LF

Yes, where there's a "villain", we'll need heroes. Hey, get more of the City of Heroes/Villains people to come over here.

This was far before my time. I heard a hilarious rumor that Grimmy was linked to Huns, some sort of SA goon connection. LOL.

http://slgriefers.4t.com/wanted.html

Contact GrimmyMoonflower on AOL Instant Messenge and send him screen-caps and a description of how Huns
was grieved to be elligible for the prize.

I used to think like Grimmy, until I realized that being oversensitive is its own punishment.

It's interesting that one can be praised as a griefer, lol. I suppose since he role-played it rather than just going beserk like a 15 year old griefer endeared him to some. That site hasn't been updated in a while, and Huns is listed as on the "hit list" so that may be the connection someone above mentioned. Surprised that I'm not on it. Oh! To be so lucky to have impressed the Master.

The forums are no longer public, and the last time he showed up was right before they started requiring the login. If it weren't for that I would expect to see him here in light of this thread, I doubt he could resist.

His hit list at that site almost had me in tears laughing. What a great man, what was his lifespan, think it said 3 days.

Grimmy to me was above a griefer. He was what so many try to be but cannot quite reach. A thorn in your side that you think is ok to keep just a few minutes longer because of that odd sensation. The one you love to hate, but hate that you love. He was horrid and wonderful all wrapped into one. Truely something that would take ages to explain, know, or understand. Some of the things he did were the most awful things in the world, and things that should NOT be excused. At the same time, you have to wonder if his motivations were elsewhere from the common griefer.

I compare enjoying Grimmy the same way I compare those who like to watch Faces of Death. You aren't a horrible person for watching, you just have a morbid side you may be unwilling to admit.

Haha. Grimmy is a mother fucker.

This is a picture of me, some Hitler looking dude and Grimmy in Cristiano's pool.

Grimmy was without a doubt, the funniest f*cker I have every met in Second Life -- no exceptions...

In my book he was the ultimate melodramatic villain, and all others since have been bad photocopies -- a generation lost each time.

Siggy.

That was a funny 10 minutes

What about Shepp? Did he not display some of the characteristics of Grimmy? What elevated Grimmy above the status of common griefer and regales Shepp to the pits of its core?

Because men with brains and balls have it all?

From what I have heard (though I cannot speak for everyone) a griefer such as Shepp made racist and homophobic comments, which in my book (and many others) is unnaceptable and unworthy of commendation. We all have respect for the clever and witty griefer (though not Grimmy only) no matter how they go about it so long as it makes us laugh. I can only guess that this is why many have fond memories of Grimmy.

Grimmy said some pretty racist things. Check out his interview: (Maybe its time that has made us all fond of him)



What sort of newspaper would yield its front page to two notorious griefers? Why the Second Life Herald of course! In this ill-advised article, notorious tso grieferGranny Celestie takes the reporter’s notebook and interviews notorious (and banned) Second Life grieferGrimmy Moonflower. The results are electric! Well, actually, they are what they are…


Celestie: Ms. Moonflower, you're possibly the most notorious griefer in the virtual world. You've become the image of all that is "evil" or "wrong" in virtual reality. Do you think it's a relief for people to match a face with all the griefing going on, in hopes that once you are eliminated the problems will stop?

Moonflower: It's interesting that you should mention the word "face," Jerry. As you may or may not be aware Moonflower's face was of the brown variety. It seems that's the face of evil in Second Life. The brown man.

Celestie: I've visited your site, and I was greeted by an image of what appeared to be a woman wearing a hat and she was entirely black with the exception of her white eyes. Does she serve as an idol too?

Moonflower: Oh. They seemed to strongly dislike my afro centric features whether in a male or female incarnation. Even when I politely hid them under the hood of a Klansman! Go figure. They're sensitive like that. … An idol?

Celestie: So when you say "brown man" you meant African American?

Moonflower: Yeah. But I guess that expression applies more to the Mexican folk. I was considering becoming a Mexican in SL, but with the way I was judged for being an African I figured they'd accuse me of stealing every missing prim should I reappear as Hernandez Moonflower.

Celestie: Meaning they would assume it was you?

Moonflower: Right-o!

Celestie: Pardon me if I’m dwelling on this too much, but tell me more about this ghostly image that is entirely black?

Moonflower: Oh! That's the original Grimmy Moonflower! A salute to such satirical and yet provocative figures as Nigger Jim and J.J. from Good Times. These are strong black men that raised the ire of conservative white people while becoming folk-heroes to actual African-Americans. They dig out the racism in the white community like a common spade. A gardening tool, mind you.

Celestie: So the black symbolized the race of African Americans?

Moonflower: Yes! Absolutely. And not the charcoal-like evil of my ice cold heart.

Celestie: Are you sure?

Moonflower: After all the finger-pointing and demonizing ... sometimes I.. ... even wonder. You're going to have to pardon me, Oprah. I'm getting a little emotional.

Celestie: Oh it's ok, you cry all you want. Griefers have feelings too

Moonflower: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HY!?! WHY DO THEY HATE ME ... !?!

Moonflower: Okay. I'm better now.

Celestie:
Celestie: Do you like to play off of stereotypes?

Moonflower: Absolutely! Sadly stereotypes such as the buffoonish Sgt. Schultz from Hogan's Heroes and the metro sexual live-in guy accused of being gay (Jack Tripper of Three's Company) are all considered blatantly offensive in an over-sensitive on-line world. I should've gone with my gut feeling and joined the Bothan Spy Network on Star Wars Galaxies. I could've lived my days out as a Rodian bounty hunter. But someone would have accused me of having offensively crooked antennae.

Celestie: Do you think people secretly enjoy the fact that this mysterious griefer is challenging them to cope with their own prejudice and judgments? Sort of making them face their demons...

Moonflower: Definitely, Geraldo. People love a bad guy. Did you see the way the message boards lit up during those incidents? Each thread became a celebratory parade full of whimsical words and brightly colored expressions! Cinco de Mayo! The same thing happened when Something Awful's forum goons descended upon Pleasantville (Second Life.)

Moonflower: The best part was a series of burping and farting noise antics combined with a few lame attempts at sending a rocket up a Linden's tailpipe actually caused some pretentiously-prone poetic types to ask me if it all had a deep universal meaning!

Celestie: Sort of like 9/11 made us all think and evolve.

Moonflower: Right. Definitely like 9/11.

Moonflower: My farting noise-clicks were the screaming 757s of Muslim rage.

Celestie: Well, it's been a pleasure talking with you!

Moonflower: Same here. You have a very nice day!

Celestie: I can't wait for part two

Moonflower: I'll drink some coffee next time. I take it black. Like my soul.

Celestie: Don't we all

Gee, with the tight and posted TOS restrictions of WoW, I wonder how Grimmy will ever survive.

D00d, I pwnd U!

Seeing as many of my friends (including black ones) make jokes about niggers, I don't think that his was necessarily racist. To be that blatant about things can either mean a) he's really racist or b) he just wants to offend everyone.

I find lots of racist jokes funny even though I don't consider myself racist (c'mon, I'm Asian dating a white guy). I think what he was going for was "offend everybody." Like those t-shirts that say, "I'm not racist, I hate everyone equally."

The only reason I think that I understand his kind of humor is because I know a ton of people who have the same kind of humor (but who are from all walks of life including Mexican, Asian, Black and White)