Women playing as men who adopt Bloodlines land bots while sales are plummeting

I am sad to report that I have no personal evidence of this statement.

Oh ROFL - You got me! lol Well it happens so often I just could not help reacting to it!

Hey I went to this club and it was full of real people, where the hell are all the bots these days?

(Don't you wish it was like this )

Please! This thread includes land bots - not the good bots.

I think Escort bots are the worst things invented since talking food and body parts.

Vat

VAT that's being charged for Escort Bots who dabble in BDSM and Furry.

Escort... BOTS? o_O

Please tell me you're kidding.

No. VAT that's being charged for Escort Bots who dabble in BDSM and Furry, and whose sales are plummeting.

Why not? I mean, bots are used for everything else. Might as well save your escort company some L$ by using bots rather than people. Bots at least couldn't complain of boredom. Well, not unless they are programed to.

Something wrong with escort bots?

In view of the fact that my sexbed models (bots) get used occasionally for people's gratification, I was thinking of setting up a whole building full of them. Now you say there's something wrong with them???

Using simple AI techniques, perhaps, cribbed from a well known application?

Ditzy Bot: Oh, I had no idea it was so big!
Naive User: I wouldn't want to shortchange you baby.
Ditzy Bot: Why wouldn't you want to shortchange I?
Naive User: Huh?
Ditzy Bot: Earlier you mentioned your mother...

All your OS are belong to us.

I met somebody the other day, and I mentioned I was interested in buying an island to populate with escort bots who pretend to be women playing as men, while adopting Bloodlines spamvamps and watching their adopted spamvamps' sales plummet from allegations that their dingos ate Chip Midnight's babies.

So I gave my partner in this business venture half the cost of buying the island, and I've been banned from the island now, with 300 useless escort bots who keep smiling, flouncing their boobs, and asking why I don't talk about my mother again.

What can I do?

The ones I saw I guess were more like dancing gay zombie men.
Big fancy laggy gay club everyone zombified....
They didn't do much except wiggle and generate a whole of lag, while looking absolutely fabulous. I think all of them had arc rating at maximum amount but I wasn't sure how to check. They were pretty to look at though sort of like pretty twinkbots that didn't do much except pulsate and wiggle their hips. Even the club's greeter must been a bot, very much in zombie mode, except no pleas for "Brains" nor the call for "Balls" to rest their hands on..
I don't know perhaps it was a part of secret business plan of owner to provide of fantasy of actual activity which didn't really inspire me to open up my wallet and give any tips or butt pirating bootie fees. If ye mateys want me treasure they got at least have ability to say "howdie wanna pillage ye trousers?" or offer me enough rum, while they are empty out my wallet or ability drug, kidnap, blackmail seductively as they hold Mr.Pants of all male avatars in finical hostage well. LOL Escort places like that really should be sued and fined for flaccid hype offenses on all prim phallus grid wide that never got to see the light of day for hopes broken in the particle emissions department that never were released into the dark neither pixel regions to forever more grow dust bunny babies in the asset servers of the eternal metaversal dufflebags....producing the insane newbie who immigrations wide and far exclaiming to all who listen and leg humping as they mumble insanely, "Wanna hav teh sex now?"

where is my stipend? I did not get my stipend...

(do ya miss those threads?)

Feed the partner who took half your money and banned you from the island to the Gorean Furries who are rabidly trying to Ginko the Bloodlines spampires out of their plummeting sales. Then use the escort bots that you inherit via a lawsuit against LL because your virtual child saw the porn to camp to earn more L$ which you can then invest in prims that will change their perms on a irregular basis, causing people to bet on when this will happen. Then get banned for running a thesis questionaire casino that pays people L$3 every 5 hours of camping in small cramped boxes in the sky, competing with the traffic bots that ate Chip Midnight's Ruthed prim baby!

When all this has happened, then you can stand on the spinning particle spewing ads and for sale signs, screaming, "SAVEZ TEH CHILRENZ!!!111" to swooping land barons and virtual smut reporters. Mean while, you'll cause a chain reaction that will cause the griefers to nuke Ahern and all Linden areas until the grid crashes from a "plz lon me L$50," spammed group invites and talking pregger bellies gray goo attack. The big corporations run by Ninja monkeys will then look on and laugh at LL's attempt to stabilize the grid by kicking off only those that have Payment Info on File.

We make baby Lindens cry.

Edit: Yes, I did this run-on fashion to prove that if you don't breath while reading aloud.. you die.

You're just not broadly offensive enough to report any more.

This thread is the Friday thread's alt.

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Aes

Phone Weasels anyone?

Weasels don't tend to be really effective on the phone.

Caller: Uh, hi, I'm having a problem logging in.
Weasel: squeak?
Caller: Hello?
Weasel: Dook dook! Squeak!
Caller: Is this support?
Weasel: Dook?
Caller: *click*

No, that's "plumating", as in growing a plume while engaged in procreative activities. Geez, get a dictionary!

Yes, absolutely!

Greetings and Salutations.

I am a newcomer to this strange and fascinating place. If anyone would help me with my research, it would be much appreciated.

This discussion is totally crazy however and I am quite finished with the drama, the strange cliques and inside jokes, the pies and the panties.

You people are all utterly insane and I have had as much of this as I can take.

This is a profoundly silly game run by cruel and capricious overseers! Have they no concept of customer service?

How do I get my $$$ back? I am leaving forever.

Good bye all of you.

Herb West
reanimator

Would you like Ciera's number so you can run away together . . .

Pep (No one has yet realised I am a bot)