HCI Halloween Bash

Much like the title says: there was a bash, and I was there (while also in Romania and my living room). Basically, I had to decorate a very Irish pub, build and salvage various decorations, compile a guest list and invite as many people as I could find - and I had four hours to do it. Luckily the sim owner had decor laid out for my disposal before she logged off so much of what I had to do was arrange those things and skin the bar to look run down and basementy (yeah we'll call that a word). And by an act of some random offbeat god, it was a success.

Here are a few snapshots:



Here's what the entrance looked like. Rezzing was an issue at first which is a good thing; it meant enough people were there to slow down the server. In this photo we have a commando guy, a werewolf, a scantily-clad naughty bad witch, a lady with a weird thing, a post-pubescent Alice from Wonderland and me dressed as a normie doing my best Travolta from Saturday Night Fever:





This is Bunnicula, a character from my favorite childhood story. He really doesn't show himself as much as I'd like.





This is a very convincing nun, except for the fact that she may have dressed as a nun on acid. All she did all night was sway back and forth with sparkly dizzy stars over her head. Acid nun for president.





Here is a pretty bad ass rendition of a black cat. Beats the hell outta all those pale-faced cutesy whores with black pointy ears:





This was the good witch of the party (I think), and that's me pouting in the corner 'cause they ran out of candy corn. Those bastards...





And the two most fucked up costumes of the evening ARE...drumroll please!!

'Pile of roadkill' guy and 'dude stuck in a barrel'!!

Disturbance - 1.0

How'd you like to bust into this stall at your local convenience store.

Malarchy Post 1.0

Alright ladies and gentlemen after very little anticipation it has arrived: the Malarchy Post 1.0! That's right everybody, an entire post jam-packed with complete bullshit. I'm allowed every once in a while, am I right?


Alright first up we have two people who were very busy working on projects of their own accord. That's what was supposed to happen. Aaaand this is what did happen:


This is Shane:



And this is Shane's Big fucking gun:


In short, we we're actually being productive when a Spanish-speaking av popped in and we then attached our Babblers, a translation device, so we could understand her and she us. The only thing we could really translate what that the Babbler 'translate no good much'. Thereafter Shane and I proceeded to throw common sense out the window and translate for it saying things like '1 sec my fetus is ringing' and another of Shane's awesome statements, something to the effect of 'I like to freeze-dried foreskin'. And of course, the Babbler would translate to Spanish in turn and the poor girl became more and more lost with each 'I had a circle jerk for dinner last night', accompanied with Shane nailing her with beer cans from his giant Chicago Typewriter.
Eventually she ducked out, but not before adding me and hoping to never see Shane in any form again, and who could blame her seeing as how his mere presence makes small children cry. And good for them, kids are too damned sensitive nowadays.

On an off note I discovered something odd about the place Shane took me to build:



Notice something different? If you guessed lack of wooden blocks and rotating penis ads you'd be correct. There is nothing there. Absolutely nothing. Someone bought this entire sim just so a select group of people can build on it. And now I'm in that select group. I feel special, and not in the drool and helmet kind of way. Will I tell you where it is? Hell no. You might have rotating penis ads.



So I think I'm going to conclude this post with a picture I like to call 'I, have an iPod loincloth'.

ZZ Land 1.0

Here's something of interest. Earlier I was working on Booth 6 on the ground level of the ZZ Land Market when out of nowhere I was met with a bi-podal rat digging into a cereal box. He goes by the name of Tooter Claxon.



After chatting with him for a bit I found that he name the awesomeness that is the 'punk rat' avatar and sells it for a meager 200 Ls. So of course, consumed by the better-than-sex feeling of something new I ran headlong to his booth and purchased the ava, put it on, and immediately teleported to my favorite dumpster diving locales (soon to have a post of their own). It was great publicity for the guy and also made for some awesome pics.

The District

Located in scenic Vesuvius, the flat is a creation of yours truly, built with intent to make it the Undead Legion HQ. It has undergone many different forms housing many different types of structures, and in this case it is in transition from your typical vampire-oriented theme to a creepier bayou theme. Why you ask? Because, urban decay is not nearly as present in SL as it should be. That's just my opinion, however.

At present the flat serves a slightly offbeat purpose: to torture unwitting visitors of course. Shown here is a friend by mutual association and I marinating in a pool of blood. Good times man, good times.