Several times over the past six months I've taken the opportunity to make fun of Second Life, mainly for the fact that the first several times I tried it I kept losing my money accidentally to strippers. While the sex is still there...my god is the sex still there *shudders*...I tried out the life sim sensation one last time, and discovered that Second Life isn't just a den of temptation and debauchery. Second Life has the power to make us into what we fear the most.

That's me, on the left. In my defense, I have a really kickass jet pack. Really. It makes whooshing noises.

The difference this time around was having a guide. Rather than floundering around, trying to figure out how to make my hair not look like Donald Trump...not just his hair, but his entire body...I was shown a wig shop where I can find trendy hair that all seems to look like McWhertor's for some reason. And the costumes...anything from Gundam to Megaman to Sonic the Hedgehog. While I may have chosen a breakdancing robot furry to represent all that is Fahey in the world (amazingly accurate), I could literally be anyone at any time.

I'm going to be poking around the world for a bit, seeing what I can find that might interest the sort of intelligent, considerate, not making fun of Fahey for being a robot furry kind of readership we attract here. If you play, poke me on Caliban Karas, robot furry extraordinaire. Not literally poke me of course, though I can point you towards an excellent source for free detachable penises. Michael Fahey