The workers at the Podex Exchange were going about this day in late November. They talked some about the Veterans Day activities earlier that
month. They talked a little about upcoming Winter activities that would
soon arrive across the Grid. But more immediate were Thanksgiving
activities. Some of the tellers expressed they seemed hard to find, although there was a replica of the Mayflower that had been built.
During
the talk, a figure approached the bank entrance. A teller glanced his
way before turning to the others, “Looks like someone from a
Thanksgiving party is stopping by for a little business.” They took care
of some paperwork as the resident entered, then one turned his way,
“Hello, how can we hel-” his words were cut short when he recognized the
visitor.
The resident was wearing an American Indian costume. Not an authentic
one, but one that looked like it was made for a low-budget movie. the
most prominent feature were the feathers worn in places around the arms
and legs, as well as a single feather on a headband, with the largest
piece being a bow and quiver. The guy wearing it was instantly
recognizable, “Clumsy Cooper,” the petty thief whom kept trying to rob
the Podex exchange. But his attempts had never succeeded, sometimes
failing epically.
“I bring greetings from Procyon Tribe,” Clumsy
bluffed, talking like a movie character, “Here for terms of Treaty. Your
Chief Shuftan get Coda land in exchange for fifty thousand Lindens
every autumn at the time of the turkey. Will take now.”
The
tellers looked at him, then chuckled. One joked, “Procyon Tribe had weak
claim on land. Deal to trade for Lindens never made. Deal made to trade
for two skins.” He then reached under his table, and tossed a couple
moth-eaten rabbit pelts in Clumsy’s direction.
It was then Clumsy
dropped his fake Indian act, “Okay, this is a stick-up!" He then drew
his bow and arrow, "Hand over your Lindens!”
The tellers stared
back, and one retorted, “Oh pul-lease. I’ve seen real Indians, or rather
Native Americans, and I’ve seen real bows and arrows. That thing’s a
cheap imitation from a freebie store that couldn’t scratch a target.”
“Oh yeah?!” Clumsy then pulled back on the string, aiming at a piece of
equipment. But the result was a “crick” sound, followed by the bow
breaking in two. Surprised, Clumsy let it drop to the ground. For a
moment, no one spoke a word. Then one teller yelled, “Get ‘im!”
Clumsy's response was to turn tail and run out of the bank, and keep running. He looked around for a place to hide. He saw a huge dark building nearby and ran to that. Getting close, he was wondering if he'd have to swim across a moat, but a metal gangplank extended out to an outcrop of black iron on the other side. Clumsy ran up, crossed in, and ran inside, thinking only that this would be a place to hide.
Once in, Clumsy found himself in some kind of dark iron structure, the smell of Industrial grease and fuels around. He was still getting his bearings when the door shut behind him, leaving only minimal light.
"Identify yourself, visitor," a voice boomed out from the loudspeaker.
"Um," Clumsy began to regret his choice of a hiding place, "just a passerby going through."
"I think not. You were seen running from the Podex Exchange. Are you not this 'Clumsy Cooper' whom has been attempting to rob the place?"
"Wh-what makes you think that?" Clumsy was getting nervous.
The response was an evil chuckle that made the burglar's blood chill, "I would say it's plainly obvious. But do not worry. There will be no call to the police. I have use for a 'liberator of assets' as yourself."
"Um, wh-what would you have me do?"
A door leading to deeper inside slowly open, "Come and more will be explained. Succeed, and perhaps you will have learned enough to successfully burgle your adversary. Fail, and you will live only just long enough to wish you had fallen into the hands of the authorities."
Clumsy gulped, then hesitated, feeling he'd gotten way over his head. But with the door to the outside locked, there was nothing else to do but follow the lead of his mysterious host. So he nervously walked forward, wondering how he was going to get out of this one.
Back at the Podex Exchange, the Second Life Police Department was
called, and they did an investigation. Not finding Clumsy Cooper, they
issued a warrant for his arrest for attempted griefing.
But even if Cooper's scheme had worked, there was no way he could have gotten away with any ill-gotten gains.
“All our exchanges are done through electronic transfer,” a teller later
explained to the SLPD, “He wouldn’t have walked away with a single Linden.”
The
Podex Exchange has a record of being one of the safest Linden exchange
services in Second Life, the data processing done outside the exchange,
and has a record of thousands of satisfied customers. Transactions can
be done at their website, or their location inworld at the Coda sim at (
45, 218, 61).
Note: The preceding is a fictional story, written for the dual purpose of advertisement and entertainment.
By Bixyl Shuftan
"Every resident in Second Life has a story." That's what I've remarked about the residents here. But some stories have a bit of a false start and the real tale begins a little later. That was the case with me, and it was seven years ago this month that the first part of my virtual journey ended as I became the man, or fox, most everyone in Second Life knows me to be.
It's Thanksgiving week, and the Sunweaver clubs are offering a chance to exercise off that turkey dinner.
Let's break in the new Party Loft before we're too stuffed to dance! It's come as you are, so get comfy or slip into your holiday finest! We've got L$500 on the board and 100% of tips go to Relay For Life of Second Life and the American Cancer Society! All welcome, please no nudity!
Communicating
with your Second Life friends inworld is easy enough when you are at your
computer or laptop. But what about when you're not logged in Second Life and not
at your computer/laptop, and you want to send an IM to a friend who
is in-world? 
For months, fans of "World of Warcraft," the most subscribed to MORPG, looked forward to it's latest expansion, "Warlords of Draenor." Due on Thursday November 13, a number who had let their subscriptions expire signed back on. In October, Blizzard announced membership of the game had climbed to 7.4 million, a 600,000 increase over it's June total of 6.8 million. So on the day of the release, people got their copies in game stores or downloaded them straight from Blizzard, and logged on ...
So what happened? Part of the problem was so many players trying to log on at once, as has been the case with each expansion release which has seen some troubles. But as it turned out there was another element. Blizzard's World of Warcraft servers were the target of a huge Denial of Service attack. According to WoWInsider, the attacks were traced to China. The assault reportedly continued into the early morning the next day.
