

Being the wierd ravings of a winged cerulean-blue wildcat in Second Life, ranging from scripting to soapbox theatrics...

(Patychoulli Woolluhraa in her combat armor. Specially tailored to follow the old rule of armor for women: less coverage, more protection!)

(Patychoulli Woolluhraa confronting the fiercesome Praying Manitou. EN GARDE! (She died for the first time of the day shortly after this picture was taken - ED.) )Midday: All this fighting and spellcasting works up a major appetite. I find a quiet spot, get out my iron rations and Oriental green tea, and waste some time in the forests relaxing...

(Patychoulli having a moment of peace at lunchtime. (HEY - MY SCHOOL LUNCH COOKIE! :( - Patchey) )Afternoon: more pain and suffering. Mostly inflicted on Manitous, but not totally... (pained sigh)

(Patychoulli Woolluhraa confronting another fiercesome Praying Manitou. DIE, VERMIN! (She died for the second time for the day shortly after this picture was taken - ED.) )Late evening: after cutting my profits, I check my spoils. Amongst them are a couple of keys to chests strewn around town, holding goodies for newcomers such as me.

A DarkLife Level 1 Chest and its accompanying key. What treasures lie concealed within?Several chests later, I'm about 200 gold richer, and my backpack is completely restocked on beneficial potions of all shades... Time to celebrate! I sadly confess that i can't really hold my mead well, but that doesn't stop me from having one glass... then having an early night. I'm sure I'll regret it tomorrow morning, but I don't have to train on New Year's Eve, so I don't care...
