Imagine this…

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You wake up in the morning and look out your window at the snow. You go to your inventory and pick out a nice outfit and shoes. Then go into appearance and, after wearing your clothes and shoes, you quickly take off all your hair; you need to look sophisticated today. You attach a new ‘do. On second thought…

…a bit frustrated [you] remind yourself that you just won a lot of money and some fun stuff. You send a message to the coordinator, but he isn’t online. Slightly frustrated you log early that day.
A week passes. You find a new home on Sunny Paradise the sim that your neighbor moved to; she was a good neighbor before and is a good neighbor now. You find out that the sim on which you were living was reposessed because the owner was not paying the tier (taxes) on the land. Wondering where the 5,000 bucks that you paid the owner to rent your space went, you are glad that you will be getting some money coming in once you receive the contest prize.

[But you never get the money…]

[i]n real life, they would seek legal assistance, attempt to negotiate, and failing that file suit against both the real estate company and the contest coordinators, but in SL there is no law.

The tension between the realities of life and the law and the entire absence of law in the life of an avatar is what changed my mind about the law.

Snapshot_002You wake up in the morning and look out your window at the snow. You go to your inventory and pick out a nice outfit and shoes. Then go into appearance and, after wearing your clothes and shoes, you quickly take off all your hair; you need to look sophisticated today. You attach a new ‘do. On second thought…

A quick skin change and some low key accessories later, you teleport out. A few seconds pass, and you find yourself among a group of people in shorts & skirts under the bright sun of Tropical Eden. You realize that the organizers of the contest you came to enter preferred tropical dress, so you popo open your inventory and change outfits, shorten your hair and put on different shoes.

Now that you are ready, you walk to the line that has formed. As you do, you notice the chat around you. “No furries allowed in the contest.” A well dressed wolf curses and disappears and a few tails come off. “Please no biting during the contest.” A lady behind you whispers to a friend, “That is what garlic is for.” Continue reading “Imagine this…”