This is one of my all-time favorite "new to SL" moments. Nowadays I could be a terror in a sandbox, having learned these various tricks. One tip: do not try to learn to drive in SL in a Sandbox.
March 25, 2007 8:43 PMLocation: Sandbox Island
A house just fell on me. Then cars started to rain out of the sky. I am buried by the word “HELLO!” in letters the size of garage-doors.
Public Sandboxes permit items to be made and modified. I did not know, however, that in a Sandbox I’d be attacked by players with the power, and immaturity, of newly minted gods. I only wanted to make a little content of my own. . .creating items makes SL a unique gaming experience. Early on, Linden Labs decided that the players would be the world-creators.
I was also hoping to drive a white moon-buggy that I’d found in a “Free Stuff” store on Orientation Island. I drove to a group of avatars waving their arms and making things—big things—out of thin air. A house tumbled by. . .tossed between two avatars like a baseball.
“Tsunami!” a female avatar typed. The big wave washed over me, without sweeping me away.
“Cruise Ship!” she next yelled, dropping a gigantic boat on me. I had to crawl out from underneath; my buggy was stuck.
Was she flirting? I stood up and typed in her direction.
“Duck?” I have always wanted someone to yell it, so I could ask “Where?”
She replied “No duck. Buffalo!” and in a cloud of dust, a stampede was upon me.
When the dust cleared, I hopped on a free motorcycle and roared off, pursued by Linden knows what. A woman like that is dangerous. . .
Iggy's Note: My "Looking Backward" posts are aggregated here, if you want to see the fool I made of myself in 2007.