For a bato like me out on the trail, riding from sim to sim with nary a care in the world other than to make some quick cash and move on, the strange and fantastic and twisted do little to unnerve me. I’ve seen things that would make your blood turn to ice; entire areas filled with n00bs, spamming gesture after gesture as they writhe and beg everyone around them for ‘monies for pen15’. I’ve seen entire sims dedicated to the seedier side of the market, where those engaged in carnal acts speak one word, typically ‘mmmm’, if that even qualifies. I’ve seen haunted buildings, filled with evil and scary sound-effects that genuinely made me want to run screaming in the other direction. I’ve seen aliens, and furries, and zombies, and giant robots and cel-shaded cartoon characters. In my head rests an entire repository of crazy knowledge, passed down from my years of exploring this place we call Second Life.