[Originally posted on Ello on 19 October, 2014]
When I decided to buy my first piece of virtual land in Second Life, I
wanted it to be on the mainland. Having previously lived in rentals,
more or less private and rather isolated, I wanted things to be more
realistic - even if that meant dealing with unfriendly neighbours and
their crazy builds or having less privacy. What I also wanted was to be
close to the railway tracks and have good access to a public road, as
driving cars and trains is something I’ve enjoyed doing very much in SL.
I found my land by chance, TPing from one random for-sale parcel to
another. It had everything I needed, and then some more: good price,
ocean on its eastern side, railway tracks immediately to the west.
Various eyesores on the neighbouring parcels I decided I could live
with. In the meantime, I’ve acquired more land, some adjoining that
original parcel, developed and changed it several times over, but my
home has stayed on that original parcel with very little changes to it.
There are no banlines or security orbs, I have very little privacy (not
that I actually need it), and yet that’s the place I feel completely
safe and comfortable in when I’m inworld.
Last night as I teleported home, I heard unusual noise, quite loud.
First I thought my peculiar pony-neighbours were doing something fishy,
but as I was walking towards the house, I realized the sound was coming
from somewhere on my land. I was wondering, has my friend Duncan rezzed
something weird again to spook me? Having survived his spiders, giant
crabs and strategically placed pieces of poo, I was wondering what this
might be. As it was dark, I had to change the daylight settings to see
what was actually going on. It was quite a shocker: it turned out a big
train somehow derailed and collided with my kitchen wall. The scene was
so funny, I had to take a few snapshots before returning the train to
I know, quite silly and not such a nail-biting story, but it made me
laugh. Incidents like these are one of the reasons I enjoy living on the