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Second Life Sketches: Mapping

(Ignore the published byline, it’s me, the editor was in a mad rush due to his going on holiday and the internet not working properly all fucking day)

I walk around the corner to see a man tied up and locked into an ornate glass box bearing a golden plaque reading “Prisoner.” All of a sudden, pings start appearing on my minimap radar. People are jumping on to the island…and it’s starting to look a little like I’m surrounded. Yes, I think it’s time to go.

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2 Comments

  1. A. Lufe deTach'd

    A. Lufe deTach'd

    The account of your experience on Matriarch gave me the same creepy feeling as “The Wicker Man.” Yikes.

  2. Warren Ellis

    Warren Ellis

    NOT THE BEES

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