He paged me like any other. I IM’ed him back to check he was genuine, and asked for a TP (I’ve more than one paging unit out there). He haggled the prices like any other, and I held my ground as usual. The deal was done, the Linden passed over, and we proceeded upstairs. We started making out on the bed, like any other time. And then he stops, laughs at me, and says he can’t believe it. And logs off, never to be seen again, leaving a trail of pixels and a fistfull of dollars behind him.
It’s a funny life this Second Life.
November 23, 2006 at 9:10 pm |
That must have been… disconcerting.
November 23, 2006 at 9:15 pm |
Yep, sure was, although given he’d already paid me, it’s probably the easiest 60 seconds of work this week. If only all griefers paid for the privellege first.