The story about a college

  

 

This is a story of madness. This is a story of idiocy.
It will be a long story — very long — but it’s a story only I can tell.

You see, people talk about me. They say I’m crazy, mad, and weird. They say I love drama, and they tell others to avoid me. And so many people did just that. Jesus — I lost so many people from my friends list when the madness started. But I’ve been quiet. I haven’t really said anything. Until now.

A few days ago, I received a message in Second Life. It was from someone I hadn’t spoken to in years—and someone I hadn’t missed. Back in the day, that person made my SL experience a living hell, and now he seemed eager to reconnect. I had said hi to someone he clearly  knows and according to the IM I am not allowed to contact certain people…

[07:11] Heinrich: stop writing my boyfriend! thanks.
(yes that is how the IM was sent)

That message made me laugh — and then it made me think. It made me look back at the years when it all happened. And I decided to tell you the story.

I’m telling this not because it’s particularly good or holds some profound insight that could change your life. No—I’m telling it because when that message arrived, I realized the experiences I carry from that time haven’t faded. These people never stop reminding me of who they are. And since I know they’ve been busy telling others their version of me, it’s time I share mine.

The Beginning

A good friend and I had, on and off for years, talked about doing something in SL. We thought it would be fun to create a gay adult space — maybe a college.

SL has seen colleges come and go. When we started planning ours, there was already one around: a good-looking place called Oscar College. It had a nice design but had been kind of dead lately. One of the admins there was friendly, and from the start my friend and I agreed we wouldn’t compete. We’d do our own thing — maybe even collaborate. All to make SL a more fun place to be in.

So we started planning, and my friend began building. That was his thing — and he was really good at it. Me? Not so much. If I rezz a box in SL, it usually ends up looking weird.

My job was to gather people, spread the word, and find folks who wanted to join and help. We wanted the college to be a hangout spot, a place to live in, and a roleplay experience of a “real” college.Word started to spread — and that’s when Jack popped up.

From one day to the next, he was just there. We started hanging out, talking, voicing, and talking some more. When we weren’t in SL, we chatted on Discord. Jack quickly became a daily presence in my life.
Very early on he told me he didn’t like Oscar College. In fact, he said he hated it and never went there.

Meanwhile, my friend was setting up the college. We had this kind of ugly “college house” that he transformed into something much better. He added dorm rooms, classrooms, and everything else we needed. In late December we originally planned to open in January, but we eventually decided February 1 would be the official launch day. Even before the new year, people started moving in.

The first guy — let’s call him Adolf— was super eager to help already from the start. He even offered to help pay for the land on the condition that we never told anyone. Adolf loved our college, especially since he also disliked Oscar College. He said that the people there "were weird"
The second guy to move in — Heinrich — was quiet at first. He mostly kept to himself, but Adolf told me he knew Heinrich since before. Heinrich said he’d been away from SL for a long time because of a bad breakup but felt ready to come back.
Then more people moved in, and my friend and I started to feel, “We might have something here.”

In late January, whatever I had with Jack ended in a bang. Let’s just say the relationship between Churchill and Hitler was warmer.
This could’ve been the end of the story with Jack — but believe me, it wasn’t. He kept showing up again and again—like an untreated sexually transmitted disease.

The rest of the month we focused on preparing the college. While the house and surrounding area were being finalized, I worked with another guy to make the “college feeling” as real as possible — with a sexual twist, of course. This was an adult region after all.

On February 1 we opened the college for real — and it was a hit from the start.

We began with eight dorm rooms. Quickly we had to add six more, then another six. Soon we had 32 dorm rooms, and they were all rented out. Yes, people liked our place. They enjoyed living there and hanging out.
From the start I realized this would take up a lot of time. The time I had left after RL-work and everything else life demands — I spent at the college. Because one rule hangs over every place in Second Life: if you run a place, expect drama and expect people complaining. And we got our share of dramatic people walking around creating chaos.

Some were just chronic complainers. Their complaints ranged from “He was mean to me!” to “The blue color in my room is bad. Could I get a shade or two lighter, please?”

Then we had those who walked around SL just to start fights. One guy, for example, got into a relationship with another guy. All was fine — until people found out he was an alt of someone who’d had a ten-year relationship with someone else.
But my favorite drama king was the guy who contacted both me and my friend demanding to be banned from the region. Why? Because he claimed one of the staff had been rude to him the day before.
Neither of us saw any reason for banning, and we told him we don’t ban people just because they ask to be banned. We suggested he simply stop coming.

That made him go totally crazy. He bombarded me with IMs and messages, telling me how terrible I was, how awful the college was, and that he’d never been treated so badly in his life.
Finally he said, “The day you die in real life, we will all celebrate.”
That got him banned, of course. But he came back the next day with an alt that looked exactly like him. And then another alt after that.
The last I heard, he later got banned for age play. May he rest in SL Hell…

Despite the drama — and to be fair, there weren’t that many troublemakers — the college flourished.
We had great attendance at most classes, and the parties were huge.

Eventually, we got one of SL’s biggest DJs to play at our region.
We gave him a spot for his club, and people came.
The record for a party was 84 people — which is massive in SL.
No one could see, move, or rezz anything because of the lag, but people came anyway. Many who showed up for his parties looked around the region, came back later, and some stayed. It was a win-win for everyone.

We had two classes that were more popular than the rest.
The first was an adult class focused on learning about male sexuality. It was stupid and silly but some of the people coming took it "serious". The second class was the field trip class.
Every week, we visited a new place in SL — parks, zoos, and so on.
The beauty of that class was that anyone could join, whether they were into RP or not. Some came just to hang out; others wanted to explore new places. And then there were those who fully embraced the RP experience as “students.”
My favorite trip was when we took the SL train across the mainland.
Twenty-nine people crammed into one wagon. Anyone who’s been in SL knows how terrible region crossing is. Now imagine 29 people crossing at the same time…

We also did other things to build a sense of community. I arranged quizzes and activities to keep people engaged. My friend added new things around the region and Adolf also helped out. We added a mini-golf area and kept improving the college house. My friend added a library, a café, and so much more. The house started to look SO good, and I loved the whole area.

I also met a new guy on the school — now a good friend — who helped out with graphics and photos. Around the region I placed a small railroad — a train with wagons that people used all the time. I added it as it was cute and fun but also because it gave people one more reason to stay — and they did.The biggest proof that a community was forming was just that: people stayed.

The house itself wasn’t the best-built structure in Second Life — it looked kind of crappy — but the layout was solid. It had two floors: dorm rooms upstairs, and classrooms and everything else downstairs. That setup created a sense of togetherness, which was exactly what we wanted.
These days in SL, it’s all about having the latest look, using the newest technical stuff from Linden Labs — and above all, everything is so ridiculously big! It shouldn’t be like that. SL is kind of a dead place now, and having a massive house just makes visitors feel even lonelier. No, push people together instead. If they want privacy, there are plenty of places for that.

It wasn’t the first time this house had been used as a college in SL, but we transformed it into something much better. So yes — the college was, in every way, a success.

Now we also started to talk to the admin at Oscar College about working together. We could arrange parties, classes, and events together. He thought it was a good idea — it’s hard to get enough people to help out — and this way both colleges would benefit.  

And it was around here that things started to change… 

The First Nail in the Coffin

Remember Heinrich? The quiet guy who had stayed away from SL because of a broken relationship.

He’d been around not saying much, but one day he suddenly contacted me. He told me that he had gone into a relationship with… drumroll … Jack.

He wanted to make sure I was okay with it, and I told him my feelings for Jack were about the same level as the Titanic — roughly 3,800 meters below sea level but if he was happy with Jack, great. It had nothing to do with me.

We talked a little, Heinrich and I, and that was that — or so I thought.

Three days later, someone else told me something that Heinrich seemed to have “forgotten” to mention: Heinrich was a co-owner of Oscar College, and now he had decided to shake up the old college again. He had been a “silent owner,” but now it was time for Oscar College to flourish, grow, and take over the world.

What was even funnier — or “better,” depending on how you see it — was that Jack, who had previously refused to set foot in Oscar College, was now showing up there all the time. But well, love can make us change our minds in strange ways. 

At first, Heinrich kept his dorm room at our college. We almost never saw him anymore, except when he landed at the landing area, stayed for three minutes, and then left again. (We had an orb that recorded everyone who landed, how long they stayed, etc.)
Soon after that, Oscar College started holding its own classes — the first one being about male sex. Then they started having more parties, and soon their events began happening at the same time as ours.

I mentioned this to Heinrich, but according to him, it was all just a coincidence. In his sweet English mixed with heavy German, he told me that Oscar College still really wanted to “work together.”
After that, people started moving out of our dorm rooms, and new people moved in.

To own land in SL is like living with a knife against your throat. What’s popular today can be history tomorrow — things change very fast. That’s the golden rule of that world. The second rule is: never expect to run a place and get enough donations to cover your rent. People come and go in SL. That’s just how it’s always been.

Over the years, we’ve seen so many places pop up, become super popular, and then collapse just as quickly. To fight that, you need to work hard and put in a lot of effort. 
The dorm rooms helped cover some of our costs — but not all, not even close. Still, we wanted to keep them full. So when people started leaving, we were at least happy that the rooms got filled again quickly.

But I noticed something: the new renters were different from the old ones. The old ones had decorated their rooms and put real effort into them. The new ones — some didn’t even bother to put a single piece of furniture inside. We also never saw them around the region. They came, rented a room, and then vanished.

That is, until I started noticing that many of the people who moved out of our college were now hanging around at Oscar College. And the ones renting from us? They were working for them.

My favorite from that group of people was the photographer for Oscar College who took photos on our region — and then used them as “promotional material” for their place.

Every time I mentioned that this was weird — and that it pissed me off — people told me I was wrong. In fact I have never in my life heard so often that I was wrong about things as during the time I had the college.

People who’d apparently studied psychology on the back of a milk carton were convinced that my reaction was just because:

1. I had a temper, and
2. I was too angry at Jack.

Around this time, someone also started writing about me on the infamous site SL Secrets.
There, you could read that I was crazy, mad, and an age player.
Me — and many others — believed this came from Jack. When he heard that, he went crazy and announced to everyone that he was leaving SL for good.
Jack was very good at that — threatening to leave SL dramatically. Heinrich, of course, was devastated, because he loved Jack with all his heart.

Poor Heinrich :(

The good thing for them was that Jake came back two days later. That’s the usual timeframe for people leaving SL — two days.

The Second Nail in the Coffin

Spring came, and suddenly we were in May.
We had decided to hold a big week of spring celebrations. Since I was off work for a week, I made the stupid decision to host events seven days in a row — Saturday to Saturday.

The region was beautifully decorated, we booked parties, classes, contests — everything — and it started as a gigantic success.

That week we even had a party that crashed the region twice because there were so many visitors. We had three field trips, several contests, and a ton of other activities.

Before that, Adolf had talked to me and said he wasn’t sure about his place in the college. I reassured him that he was needed and a great asset. But then Tuesday came…

On Tuesday evening we had three events running at the same time — and that’s when I got a message from Adolf saying he was leaving the “creative team” of the college.

I got, well… upset.
First, because he was leaving.
Second, because he chose to do it during this insane week, knowing how much time and energy it took.
And third, because of his absolutely ridiculous excuse:

“There’s too much sex at the college.”

Now you might think, Well, isn’t it his right to feel that way? You can’t judge him for that — sex isn’t for everyone.

And I agree — of course he had the right to feel whatever he wanted.
But when it came to Adolf, you have to understand — everything about him was about sex. His room looked like a movie studio for adult films. He could sit naked in there, covered in, well… you can imagine, for hours. If you have no clue what I am talking about its wet, kinda white, and become sticky after a little while.
And it would’ve been faster to find thirty people who’d slept with him than five who hadn’t.

But that night, I learned something: I wasn’t allowed to be upset.
Because Adolf was the victim here.
(Here’s something useful to learn — with people like this, they are ALWAYS the victim, and they are ALWAYS misunderstood. Whatever anyone else feels, they’re automatically wrong if they don’t feel exactly what these people wants.)

So, because I got upset, Adolf packed up his stuff and left the college completely. And he chose to do this during the most stressful week the college ever had.
Around this time, I started to get a bad taste in my mouth. Something felt off, and I began putting two and two together. I had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last we’d hear from Adolf — and oh God, was I right.

During all of this, we still hoped to have some kind of connection with Oscar College — but over the next two weeks, every plan for that crashed and burned.

The week after our big event week, Oscar College happily announced a brand-new, fantastic class.
That class? Field trips!
And, by pure coincidence I’m sure, those field trips happened to be scheduled on the exact same day as ours mostly.And that wasn’t all.

By another miraculous coincidence, the posters they put up for their field trips looked almost exactly like ours. My friend — the one who helped us with graphics — had made this great-looking poster. Oscar College used the same car as the “model,” with almost the exact same font.

That’s when I decided to go over there and find Heinrich — who I honestly wanted to strangle (SL-Strangle that it)
When I landed, I saw on the radar that Adolf was around. When I cammed over, he was busy getting banged in his new dorm room, at Oscar College.Behind him he had placed a gigantic poster of himself covered in, yeah you guesses it right.

What I didn’t know then — but found out later — was that Adolf, who had left our college because of “too much sex,” was not only busy getting banged. He had also become co-owner of (you guessed it) Oscar College.

The Rest of the Nails in the Coffin

By this point, I started feeling like it wasn’t worth it anymore.
Still, I had no right to be angry. No — because if I was, people would say:

“Well, that’s just Elias.”
“He’s crazy.”

Oscar College decided to rebuild their club area, and I was told that Heinrich was very upset and very sad that I didn’t want to “work with them.”

For a while i started to question myself. Maybe I was the problem. Maybe everything I believed wasn’t true, and maybe Heinrich really was such an amazing person that even Mother Teresa would look like a bitch in comparison. But I left those feelings fast, much thanks to a group of people I was in voice with during this whole time and also my friend who helped us with the graphic and so much more. They saw what I saw and they just said "What a bunch of ass holes"

Heinrich still came over — early in the mornings or late at night. He’d stay for a few minutes, grab any new notices we’d posted, and leave.Well, if I was there or someone else in the staff, he left in a second again of course.

One time, I even tried an experiment. I created a party with a special theme, mostly because I wanted to prove that what I said about Oscar College was actually true.
I sent out the ad on a Wednesday.
Three days later, Oscar College announced a nearly identical party.

We also had a teacher who wanted to work for both colleges. We said yes — why not? Another example that shows that me and my friend who ran our place wasn't THAT awful.
Then that same teacher got the offer to become the headmaster at our college.
Guess which other college suddenly offered him the same position?

That led to some discussions between me and my friend. I didn’t want a headmaster who was also headmaster at the other place — especially after how they’d acted.
Of course, it all ended with a few people removing me from their friends list because I was “so evil” to the poor teacher.

Now, you might wonder — how were things at our college?

Actually, good! We still had plenty of visitors. The dorms were mostly booked, but dead, and our parties and events were well attended. We had trouble finding people willing to take on more active roles, but that’s not unique to us — that’s just SL (and real life) in general.

But I had started asking myself: Do I even want to keep doing this?

Because by then, I hated Adolf, Heinrich, and the rest of them. I was tired — tired of the lies, the bullshit, and of hearing people say, “Yeah, I’ve heard about you…”
It was here I started to feel that the feeling all this created in Second Life started to get me in Real life. I had met people before in SL that I felt like "What the hell is this??", but with them it was easy just block and remove. When it came to those people over at Oscar College my hate started to overtake me in real life. 

When I then also learned that Adolf’s boyfriend, or whatever he was, owned a quarter of the region Oscar College was on, I actually laughed out loud.
They’d been spying on us from the start — checking what we were doing, messing with it, and turning the whole thing into an episode of Dallas.

By now, I knew I needed a way out. This wasn’t fun anymore.
The only thing that kept me sane was that, no matter what Oscar College tried to do, their place was dead  when they didn’t have events. No matter what bullshit they tried, we were still bigger then them. That hadn't been important to me before but now it was. I wanted Oscar College dead and buried and my friend said "Just sit down and wait, it will happen"
And it did, but then I wouldn't be around anymore because now the final chapter came for me and that was when Donald dropped by.  

Donald Enters the Stage

The reason I call him Donald is because he reminded me of Donald Trump — I’ve never met anyone more similar.

He was a friend of my friend — the one who built the college with me. When we started the place, we divided responsibilities: he took care of the buildings and that, and I handled the college itself and everything around it.

We never made big decisions without consulting each other, and that worked great. Then Donald arrived — and everything changed.

Donald clearly saw himself as God’s gift to humankind. Not since Jesus had this planet seen a greater man. There was nothing Donald didn’t know, couldn’t do, or couldn’t fix.

And the first thing he did was basically telling us that everything we had done so far was wrong — and that now, under his divine guidance, everything would be so much better.

First, he decided the train had to go.

You see, dear reader, trains apparently aren’t “normal” on a college campus.
I tried to explain that banging someone in the cafeteria isn’t normal either — and that this was SL, not Harvard — but it didn’t matter.

Away with the terrible train!

It didn’t matter that people said, “Wait, you removed the train? Why???”
Donald knew best.

Next, the mini-golf course.
Mini-golf apparently “didn’t fit” a college either. So — away with the awful mini-golf!
One of the most popular activities we had was gone overnight.

Then Donald had a lot to say about me — how I acted, how I talked, how I “ran things.” Apparently, nothing I did was right.That’s when I finally snapped.
During a meeting, I told Donald he was a fat pig. (Not my most mature moment, I admit.)
Then I left the college.
My friends convinced me to come back, I did but I soon realized: no, I’m done.

It didn’t help when someone told me,
“You heard the rumors about who Donald’s sleeping with, right?... Jack.”

At that point, I felt cursed. No matter where I turned, Jack, Adolf, or Heinrich always showed up. And if it wasn’t them, it was one of their fans, telling me how great they were—and how awful I was.

For my own sanity I decided to leave for good.

That summer, I walked away from the college, and God, it felt amazing. I left the group, left everything, and took a long break from Second Life. 

The celebration from Donald and his group must have started instantly. One person even tried to convince my friend to ban me from the region. After all, I was “fucking crazy.” My friend refused.

Then they rebuilt the college. In just a few weeks, everything we had created was gone — replaced by something entirely different.
The first time I saw it, I felt sad. It was painful to see something we’d worked so hard to build disappear. But now, I’m glad they did it.
With that rebuild, the college I helped create officially died — and it should have. Because I dare say, the college lost something important when it lost me.

Donald, the expert in everything, took over some of the classes. The field trips went from packed to empty. The parties were rescheduled all to American time zones — because apparently, no one had told Donald that other countries exist.

And what about Oscar College?
That one died too.

They kept having a few events over the summer, but without us to compete with, it seemed they lost interest.
Eventually, they went back to their weekly party routine, and Adolf went back to banging everything that moved, sat, jumped, or flew.

Then one day, the message came: Oscar College would close down.
Despite what people might think, I actually felt sad. Oscar College had some genuinely good people living and working there, and I felt sorry for the effort they’d put in. Some of them had put in years to support the place and it is never fun when your dreams die. I just wish they understood that if Heinrich and Adolf had stayed away, Oscar College might have survived. You can blame them for its downfall.. 

As for Adolf and Heinrich… let’s just say I hope they lost a lot of money.

 

The return

But the summer passed, and I came "back". My friends list had shrunk dramatically. Some of those still on there stopped saying hi.

Those who’d stuck around told me about the rumors that had been spreading — that I was a nutjob, that I’d been kicked out, and my favorite: that they’d held a party to celebrate my departure at Oscar College.

Yes, I’d become the person everyone loved to hate. And I’m sure some had reasons to dislike me — but many of them didn’t even know who I was. They just “knew” I was someone to avoid.
At first, I tried to find out what people had said. I even asked a few who’d spread rumors, but of course, every single one said: “No, I never said a bad word about you.”
Sure.

I remember the first party I went to after my “comeback.” It was hosted by one of the staff from my old college, on his own region.

On the dance floor was a German guy that I’d supported a lot back in the day when his boyfriend cheated on him and he was devastated. Apparently, he’d forgotten that. Because the first thing he said when I landed was: "There’s a smell of shit in here now.”
Now here I could just have smiled and moved on but not any more. These pathetic creatures saw their right in treating me in any way the wanted. So I typed back in an IM; “Now, why don't you sniff some Zyklon B you fucking kraut” and then I blocked him.

And that became my new approach to SL.Whenever someone tried to mess with me, I took it 200 steps higher, told them to fuck off, and then blocked them.
For a while, I had so many people blocked that when I went to parties, half the people there were just blocked people

So now the question is: why am I telling you this story?

Is it because I want you to feel sorry for me?
No. It’s not. I couldn’t care less if you or anyone else felt sorry for me. You don’t know me, and you never will. Even you who read this and think that you know me, well you don't.

I’m telling this story because Second Life is full of people who think they can act however they want — do whatever they want — and always get away with it. Second life is full with stories like mine.
Some people think they can mess with other people’s time, energy, and sanity, and then, when someone calls them out, they cry a little, play the victim, and somehow everyone forgives them.

One explanation might be that SL is full of people with psychological issues. But that’s not an excuse! I’ve heard that since the day I joined SL: “Well, you know, some people can’t act normally — they have issues.”
That’s pure bullshit. Even if you have problems, it doesn’t give you the right to act like an asshole because of it. No, I do think the reason is way easier then that. Some people are more fuckable and easier to get in bed with and that makes people look thru all the other shit. As long as there is a chance you can get someones ass or dick, then you keep them close. That is the way to play Second Life.
Because don't think for one second that Adolf or Heinrich are specially loved people in SL. Adolf is famous for being kind one second and then act like an ass the next. Heinrich is mostly famous for getting upset if someone turns him down when it comes to sex. 

Hopefully, if you're reading this, you'll think twice before starting something in SL.
If you're doing it just to pass the time, then go for it — you’ve got nothing to lose.
But be careful if you bring others into your project. Don’t trust anyone from the start, and expect them to mess it up.If you're wrong about them, well, that’s a positive surprise.

Of course, you might say, “But this is your story. I’ve heard a totally different one!”
Yes, you probably have. And no — you don’t have to believe a single word I’ve written here.
But let us finally see to the facts:

The fact is, we were screwed from the start. Even before we opened the college, some people had already gathered, decided to check us out, and looked for ways to stop us from going big. The more we grow, the more they tried to mess it up for us.
Because no matter what some people might say, there are facts in this drama that are hard for them to get around.

The Facts

Fact 1: Heinrich never told me he was a co-owner of Oscar College — even though he had every chance in the world to do so.
Especially that evening, when we were all sitting outside the dorm rooms, talking about working with Oscar College.
He heard me and my friend discussing it. He was right there.
Would it really have been too much to ask for him to say,
"Hey guys, you know, I’m actually a co-owner of that place."
Just that. Just honesty.

Fact 2: Adolf conveniently forgot to mention that his partner (or boyfriend, or whatever) owned a quarter of the region Oscar College was built on. He was obviously deeply involved in everything happening there. And that whole “too much sex” excuse? Pure nonsense. We’re talking about a guy who loves to dress in ways that scream, “Look at me, I’m a slut!”
He moved into Oscar College the very second he left ours. His excuse? That Heinrich had kindly offered him a room.
Which is funny, because Adolf was always eager to tell me, “I never told anyone anything about the college or when I left.” So how did Heinrich know he’d left? Especially since Adolf always claimed he never really talked to Heinrich.

Fact 3: After I left, four people who lived at our college told me that people from Oscar College had approached them and said, “Hey, come join us instead!” When they refused, they were asked to spy on us.

Fact 4: Some people on Oscar College sent people to rent rooms from us — and then never come back. The rent was cheap, so they paid very little, but their presence made it harder for actual residents to find space. It was a deliberate tactic to keep our region as empty as possible. Instead of having active residents we have empty rooms. And if i am wrong, why did the photographer of Oscar College rent a room from us and then never came back?

Fact 5: And finally, there’s Jack — or as I like to call him:
“OH YEAH?! THEN I’M LEAVING SECOND LIFE!”

Jack popped up the same day I announced that I was opening a college.
How did he find out so fast? Because we both belonged to another group of people of course. A group he also screwed over some months into this drama.

From one second to the next, he was everywhere. He claimed to hate Oscar College — but soon after, he was partnered with Heinrich spending all his time over there.

People from Oscar College — the same ones Jack claimed had “hurt him deeply” — suddenly became his friends again. Apparently, everyone was forgiven.
And when I dared to ask questions about it, the response was the same as always:
“You’re crazy, Elias.”
Oh yeah, one more thing—Jack and Heinrich broke up. Guess who Jack ended up partnering with? He married the guy—let's call him Nick—who used to co-own Oscar College before Adolf took over. And now, just a bit of speculation: why do I think Jack and Nick are using the same IP address in real life? I have no proof, and I haven’t tried to find any either, but yes—I do believe it.

So this was a story about a college. 
The college drained me — and yes, it killed my Second Life experience.Some of it I’ve gotten back but not all. I’ve stopped trusting people completely in there.
But one good thing came out of it:I learned to appreciate my real life more.
I learned not to spend so much time in a cartoon world surrounded by idiots, when I have great friends in RL, hobbies in RL and things that don’t involve crazy madmen.

I also learned that the friends I had in SL is still there. We talk, hang out and have fun and the rest of the people can just really fuck off.
Because as I have said before on this blog: People acting like assholes in SL are people who when they turn off their computer has to face their demons. So no matter what they do, they will always suffer the most.


And then to you Heinrich...

If you are gonna send an IM like this:
[07:11] Heinrich: stop writing my boyfriend! thanks.

If you're going to be cool and rude in a message,then for god’s sake — at least do it in proper English.
Or to speak more in a way you understand: And you call me crazy you stupid son of a bitch.