Rainbows, Rubbish, Ravings and Ramblings of my Random Existence

22 November 2011

Gorean? Me? Are you sure?

An aspect of SL that has always fascinated me is the Gorean RP. However, I didn't mention it because I decided to let other things distract me. I didn't do Gor for a few reasons.

1. I don't do SLex. I know I know, Gorean RP is not all SLex. I am just answering the stereotype. I can still RP as a free woman, but free women sounds about as interesting as the statistics I generate monthly on a deadline at work.

2. The limited research I've been able to do on Gorean RP makes it sound like an intensive commitment that I cannot afford.

3. I suck at RP. (I joined a bloodlines horde and turned into a vampire-lycan hybrid only to end up breeding a farm of KittyCatS in their SIM.) (Between Karen and I, we have about 100 of those Linden-eating monsters but we just can't quit. If you think that bloodlines is the horror story of SL, try breedables.) (Sashia still loves me, cats and all.) (I've digressed.)

4. At one point, I got interested enough to create an alt to "test waters" in Gor. I got as far as dressing her up. After that, I didn't know where to start. *ahem*

And then... fast forward to about 2 weeks ago.

Thomaas is a Singaporean (yes, the rare creature!) Gorean RP-er. He approached and invited me to RP with him as a free woman. But while I watched him attempt to persuade more Singaporeans to start a Gorean RP group with him, questions started forming in my mind. What do we say to each other for our lines?

As everyone (SL Singapore group) bantered easily with each other, I tried out the first few lines that came to mind.

Tashi Core throws up both hands and cry father cry mother, "O, Tee-gong! Please help me! My life berry bitter! I need to strike toto!"

I managed to shut everyone up for a few seconds. Then the conversation continued like I had never interrupted. And I continued like I had never interrupted.

("4D also can. Please, Tee-gong?")

I'll just say that I was able to exit that conversation without getting hammered, because SL Singaporeans are mostly awesome. And I won't tell you how cheesy those lines really are, because SL Singaporeans are mostly awesome and they won't give me away. :D

It struck me then that I should not be making up my lines on the spot until I am familiar with the Gorean environment, so I went googling for Gorean scripts. I am not one to be deterred. You are welcome.

And I found this website. Unfortunately, I didn't get past the first 2 quotes about slaves because I had to clean up the coffee I spat over my keyboard.

Now that I'm done with the cleaning, let's take a look at what I found:

1. "It is strange," he said, "I have faced sleen and the steel of fierce enemies. I am a warrior, and am high among warriors. Yet you, a mere girl, would conquer me with a smile and a tear." ~ (Slave Girl of GOR , page 424)

2. The Goreans have a saying, "There are only two kinds of women, slaves, and slaves." ~ {Kajira of Gor - 137}

And you want to know what made me spit my kopicoffee? If this were done in the Singaporean way, it would be:

1. "Funny," he said, "I see b4 the sleen and steel of enemies, sibeh powderful one ok. I am a warrior, berry high somemore. But you, a meer zabor, can conker me wif just 1 chio smile and... please can dun cry?"

2. The Singaporeans got a saying, "There are only 2 types of zabor, ahlians, and chow ahlians."

I am sure Thomaas would find me the most talented RP-er in his RP group.

Either that, or I best stick to breeding KittyCatS.

Posted by Tashi Core

17 November 2011

I didn't even talk about it.

I promise I didn't stop blogging because of this. The truth is, I made this omg-what-did-I-do-what-will-I-do-why-did-I-even-think-of-it-I-must-be-out-of-my-mind-but-I-think-I-am-really-going-to-do-it sort of major RL decision last week and I blew my own mind off and went into some kind of a retarded state.

But that wasn't what I planned to talk about. The RL thing can come later when I am ready to tell, if I am ever going to be ready to tell. I was just saying that what I am going to talk about has nothing to do with the fact that I didn't blog for the past 2.5 weeks.

What was I talking about?

Oh, right. I had a stalker. Had, because I hope it is over and I don't want to have to do anything nastier. It is my usual style, if I have any style in the first place, to simply ignore people that irritate me in SL. I mean, why spare them the attention? I can't be bothered.

So, I was irritated by this guy. He picked my name from a group, IM-ed me and rubbed me wrong from our first conversation.

Because you know, you can totally chat someone up and demand to know their gender as your opening topic without first reading their profile. And defend yourself by saying that people lie in their profiles. So, yup. Since I lied in my profile, but you still "prefer to hear the lies straight from the horse's mouth" (thereby implying that I am a horse) (yes, I am quoting him directly), you shall have me there. I am really a man in disguise. I mean a horse.

Sorry horses, I am not the one insulting you. I actually think that you are honest and loyal. Oh, and men too. Some men anyway. ;p

Then you can proceed to demand for the RL age, occupation, marital status and number of children of your err, subject of friendliness. But you refuse to share anything about yourself when your questions are turned back at you.

When your victim of friendliness tries politely (yes, still polite) to end the conversation, you can ask for an email, get what you ask for, and doubt immediately that the email given to you is real. I am a horse/man (can't make up my mind) as well as a liar, so I am pretty sure the email I gave you was a fake. It is as good as fake anyway when I don't intend to reply yours.

3 unanswered emails and 3 unanswered IMs later and on one fine lovely day, dude found his way into my skybox. I swear I broke into cold sweat as I watched him pace about dangerously in one of my rooms. I just knew that once he discovered how to open that door, there would be NOTHING TO STOP HIM FROM CLIMBING OUT OF MY COMPUTER SCREEN. Since he didn't try to explain his intentions, I must be right! and he must have been very focused in trying to figure out where my screen was.

I did what any woman/horse would do in a panicked situation. When things came to a point where it was either fight or die, you fight. Or die. Obviously. So I right-clicked him and ejected.

I don't know how he found my place but I know it can be done if someone tries hard enough. When I was finally able to catch my breath, I gave him a warning and moved on. What else could I do?

I liked to think that my warning taught him something though. Because he actually asked for permission the next time he wanted to visit again. I didn't reply because I had fainted.

*I shall refrain from naming him here if I can help it. I was extremely irritated, but I am guessing that this is a very young boy who may eventually be able to learn better manners. I just do not have the patience and it is not my job to guide or teach him. I thought about it for a while and then decided to blog because I still want to let known that I will not continue to tolerate this. If he reads this, I hope he will "get" it and move on to better things. And be more polite to others in future.

Update on 20 Nov: He has disturbed others in the group. A bunch of us are starting to hang out recently and we gossipedupdated with our stories. The groupowner was among us today, so he is now banned. Lalala.

Posted by Tashi Core
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