Friday, July 03, 2015

Walk










Take a walk.
It's free.
It's stress free and can free you from stress.
When I stopped consuming myself with endless clubs, party's and the sometimes drama and cliques that go along with that world I discovered many other great aspects of Second Life.
My love for sailing, horseback riding, hot air balloon touring etc is well known but walking is free and no need for a boat or horse or anything other than your avatar and your feet.
Calas Galadhon is my perennial favorite for all season but my other favorite is the highways and road ways of the Second Life Mainlands. Look on the map, find a highway or roadway and TP there and just follow the road. Many great builds and scenery can be found and not just the eye rolling ad farms.
Skip the next party and go alone or take friends or a loved one and just walk and discover Second Life in ways you may never have before due to TPing, flying or teleporting everywhere.

All pictures taken at Calas Galadhon Parks:



Some of my older posts about hiking the Mainlands:
http://ziggystarsmith.blogspot.ca/2012/03/mainland-by-foot-ziggy-trip-part-two.html


http://ziggystarsmith.blogspot.ca/2012/05/corsica-mainland-route-11-by-horseback.html


http://ziggystarsmith.blogspot.ca/2012/03/living-on-second-life-mainland.html

http://ziggystarsmith.blogspot.ca/2012/03/mainland-by-canoe-ziggy-trip-part-one.html

Thursday, July 02, 2015

Road Warriors Of The Wastelands...


 Into The Lungs Of Hell Part 2: Continued from HERE.

Last week I had ventured into the post apocalyptic world of Lost Angels. The city of Los Angeles after Nuclear War and the legendary Hollywood Hills sunk and plunged, submerged partly in water...the journey continues...
I found myself exhausted as I climbed up onto an former highway overpass on the outskirts of Lost Angels. I managed to get word out to my alt named Valiant Thor to meet me with my motorcycle so I may further explore the area known as The Wastelands...
 The Wastelands are another fantastic group of sims in the guise of a barren desert consisting of dried out lakes and abandoned smashed towns filled to the brim with mutants, strange deformed creatures and people and of coarse, a hell of a lot more danger.
This is a great place to test out your survivor skills. No rice or immunity idols here. Your life is your reward...

Click the pictures to enlarge.

The Wastelands:  http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/The%20Wastelands/210/34/76



My blond, elven alt: Valiant Thor arrived 3 days and nights later with my motorcycle and accompanied me into the wastelands until I got myself fed, rested and adjusted with fresh clothes and some weapons....
I altered my appearance to fit in and not appear as fresh meat for the savage locals. No whistling Dixie here folks...


The Wastelands are harsher than Lost Angels with intense, desert conditions which show no mercy. The sky hot and red from the radiation still very much present. The general population is much more vicious and although Lost Angels had wild knife fights and gun battle right out on the street at times, the wastelands were more dangerous in the fact that things are far more desperate out here and food and water altogether non existent.  Blood to quench the thirst and rotting, fly covered cadavers provide the meals. Guns and knives do no good when ambushed suddenly from behind...


Valiant Thor being a deep, woodland elf was not accustomed to the extreme harsh, desert conditions so after sending me off with wheels and provisions and a good dose of weapons I set out on my own once again as Valiant returned to the deep forests of Dragonloth.


I was a little worried that the sound of my motorcycle might alert the local hordes of my presence with precious fuel and fresh supplies so I was ever so fearful as I passed through old villages...
Anything that did lunge out at me from the side of the road was promptly run over with no mercy. Not worth taking the chance to see if they are friend or foe....


As night fell on my first day I set up camp and spent the night with one eye open. The rain fell in sheets and soaked everything to the bone. Areas quickly filled with sewage water and the smell of flies, worms and maggots made the boggy air unbearable. I fell into a deep sleep...against my better judgement...


The storm gave me false solitude in the foolish thought that nothing or nobody would be out and about in this kind of weather although it did provide some much needed clean, drinking water...
One strange fact I did notice was there was no ambient sounds of birds or crickets or anything remotely soothing. Crackling, booming thunder and lightening were the only comfort...


I woke up what seemed like 2 days later with my head wounded and bloody and roaring with pain, mouth dry and my supplies all gone. All that was left of my belongings was 2 wheels from my motorcycle.
I must have been knocked out and ransacked as I slept. Everything gone however I was very lucky to still be alive and clothed. I later discovered how very, very, VERY lucky I was that this was all they took....


I had to journey on by foot. I have 7 days until Valiant Thor meets me again on the other side of the great Wastelands by a landmark known as The Great Fissure.  Once we meet up he will rescue me by helicopter (if I am still alive and fortunate to still have my 2 legs and arms to get me there)...


Every time I came to an open area I watched cautiously for any signs of life or movement....before venturing forward.
Very tedious and time consuming when trying to travel...








As previously noted, the population of The wastelands consists of mainly mutants. Humanoids, animals interbred with humans and a vast array of mutant cross breeds. After many years of radiation and hardship they are usually not friendly and it is dog eat dog just to survive. If you visit this region, watch your ass....





Anything resembling a home is usually inhabited and not wise to trespass into for fear of the resident returning and making you their meal...










I made record time and came across the Great Fissure within 4 days. This left me 3 more days to wait here for Valiant Thor to rescue me. I decided to explore the area further while remaining close to my rescue spot...






I was deeply disturbed to come across a brutal, public arena of some sorts where poor creatures and mutants were forced to battle each other for the pleasure of the rich "upper class" onlookers. The fights were legendarily vicious because if you did not die right away but were incapacitated and the victor would often mutilate the losers genitals with rocks,  pine needles or other bits of septic garbage. If you were unfortunately still alive these atrocities would leave you in unimaginable and unbearable pain. Often as you vomited in agony the watching audience would descend upon you and either rape you, eat you alive or if you were very very fortunate, they would stone you to death before eating and raping you.
I watched from a rock crevice and a safe distance as a large, giant mongoloid type humanoid was tied spread eagle to 2 hooks in opposite walls and as his sobs and wailing, unearthly cries as his genitals were being slowly sliced off with bolt cutters. I could not bear to watch the beast twist and writhe in agony and trying to escape the hell he was caught in while an audience of onlookers roared with laughter. I dared not to risk taking pictures.
I got the hell out of there....the creatures cries still haunt me to this day!



The "so-called RICH" members of this society would have makeshift mansions built from castaway boats, arcs or downed aircraft and could afford a pack of wolves as their guard dogs. The poor peasant locals would hunt and bring fresh meat to the wolves for a handsome rewards.
Once again only the rich survive....either that or you were used for their arena entertainment...



Day 7 finally arrived as the sound of a helicopter and Valiant Thor approach from the distance to save me from this God forsaken place.  I celebrated by doing a one armed handstand on the edge of the Great Fissure!
From the corners of my eyes I saw the hordes of the torture arena guards quickly approaching after being alerted to the sounds of the helicopter. If we were not quick enough both Valiant and myself were soon to be the next tortured entertainment...


The rescue....



Fresh clothes, real water to drink and a belly full of food. (He brought me a full meal fresh from MacDonald s: (Chocolate Shake, Big mac and Large fries)
I could not resist taking a piss onto the deviants below as they threw rocks and sticks at us in their disappointment of not capturing us and torturing us for their depraved kicks... 


Slowly the skies cleared and green grass and blue waters below signaled a return to the Linden realms and relative safety.
The appearance of a Linden Info Hub was a sight for sore eyes...


Finally back to home sweet home at Bron Yr Aur Cottage and civilization. 
I think my next trip will be near a restaurant ;-)