What happens when you die?

to be fair it was an antbot, so it can't smell.
unless it was just a comment added onto a statement. "Ants start eating you. Oh and by the way, you smell bad"...
lol

I am never eating snacks again. Reprocessed zombie meat... eugh...

You go into eternal orbital meditation

Whoo hooo!! Another laugh out loud from me!!!

Where has the humour been all day?????

Isn't that the question we're trying to answer here?

But then you wouldn't be the loveable knucklehead. You would just have a MP3 player in your head!

Was I joking?



yey! I unintentionally made Sandy laugh!

Remember, though, that it isn't just "snacks" that they are turned into, they are turned into "delicious snacks."

Oh, I'm just dying for Alyx, you know?

I still dunno... I may have just turned vegetarian...Conan!!!
Conan!!! Do you want my prim ham???

Well, it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make for the kids. The children are our future. Imagine what a great future it would be if you could actually climb up into the lap of a long dead ancestor and have him read you a bedtime story? I'm doing this for the good of humanity.

Actually, I'm doing stuff for the adults as well. Think of it as babysitting! They could set me on "loop" and I could tell stories for hours while the adults got some away time and the kids all snuggled up with me on the sofa. I'm also dl'ing a bunch of songs and adding flashing lights to my head so I can be used as a karaoke machine at parties. Just plug me in and sing along! What a conversation piece, as well! Imagine the possibilities of having a dead guy in your house who is fully preserved so he just smells a little musty and is also fully wired for sound.

LMAO! I'm picturing this and surprisingly, it's not as morbid as I thought. I'm not doing it, though. I'll leave this all to you, Trout. My kids love me, but I'm not sure how much they'd want to keep my dead body around to cart me from place to place as they and they're children (ad infitum-sic?) move on with their lives. I wouldn't want to be dead-weight for them. I'm picturing a kind of weird Weekend At Bernie's thing going on.

See? It's not as bad as it sounds when you think about it. lol at the "dead-weight" pun. Nice work. I'm leaving some money in a trust for my perpetual upkeep. I don't think much will be needed. Just dust me off every once in a while and keep the iPod batteries fresh. Over the years, there should be some options to upgrade as better recording devices come out, but really, I don't think I'll need much care and maintenance.

So where are some good combat sims? Any addresses? What weapons are allowed etc. (saw some cool weapons in SLX)

I visited a place looking for Rezz Faux (I think) the warning said it was a combat area and I may be killed there. So I changed into my Bumble Bee avatar while looking in the shops and no one messed with me.

I also played Renegade for quite a while but I got tired of getting killed every time I respawned.

"G"

Bless ... a scary bumblebee!

That's so SWEET!!!

Bumblebee the Transformer Robot (from the movie)

I see this scenario getting out of hand soon. We're talking children here, not?
I probably wouldn't take long before the air is filled with exclamations like:
"Ok, who pulled of granddads head... again. You know it's not a toy. I'm not going to fish it out of the pond again." or "Stevie, stop hitting your brother with granddads arm!".

Sorry, MP3 and USB will probably be obsolete by the next generation of Trouts, no one will know how to use the old fashioned technology and you will end up in an attic collecting dust.

I've got C Tech mechanoid armour. The girly version. It still looks girly too.

Would it be terrible of my to go explore my non-existant gorean nature in it?

It would. Shame though.

You have this all thought out, don't you? I will admit...it's the gift that keeps giving, isn't it?

How great would that be!? The neighbors come over to visit and my head is floating in the pond reading out Dr. Suess books. "I do not like them Sam I am, I do not like green eglub glub glub..." It would keep the danged Jehovah's Witnesses off the doorstep, that's for sure.

Archtx - I'm sure I can be upgraded. I'll leave expansion slots in my skull.

Sunni - it's my one shot at immortality.

I don't wanna be stuffed and mounted like Trout. Sure, he might be fun for the kids, and a conversation piece and all, but TROUT won't be there.

I want to participate in my afterlife, I do. I'm going to arrange to have me uploaded to SL on my deathbed. Then I'll be around to shop and dance and annoy future generations of Residents with my tales of how tough it was back in the Old Days of DSL and only 11,000 sims.

By the way, your idea was used in Asimov's Foundation. Well similar.

Umm ... I think that I may actually have a stuffed trout in my attic. It doesn't speak to me, though ... not yet anyway.

That reminds me. I do have a stuffed trout and it does speak to me . . .well, not speak, trout sings to me.

A singing trout? Are you sure that's not just Billy in disguise?

http://video.aol.com/video-detail/big-mouth-billy-bass-sings-his-xmas-single/2618065253

Plus, with a little help from Tux, Trout's vision may actually be realized

http://bigmouth.here-n-there.com/