Bones: Whatcha doing?
Me: Finding ways to kill my avatar in Second Life.
Bones: It’s kinda hard to make out what’s happening there.
Me: I’m being impaled by an ‘unlucky chair.’ Some stores in SL have them. When the chair shows the first letter of your name, you sit in the chair to get a prize. ‘Unlucky chairs’ kill you before you get the prize.
Ok, so I’m not really just trying find ways to kill myself. I’m doing a treasure hunt and this gothy store just happens to have several of these poses..
Here, this is a better shot of a chair chopping my head off.
(It was about at this point that I realized Bones had stopped responding, and that I had effectively dissuaded him from ever joining me in Second Life. Which is sad-making. On the other hand, it means we’ve just been saved from the awkward experience of shopping for virtual genitalia and experimenting with naughty pose balls.)