I went to the club dancing, and there was some really good music. And you know what? My flowers tattoo won me the tats event! Yes, flowers beat skulls, devils and flaming hells any day.
But what disturbed me a little was that bunch of avatars, some that I don't know from before. They kept talking, never ever stopping, about how to use hands, heads, horses, asses (but not zebras) and all sorts of strange things and parts of the body in various combinations, to do things to each other, the loving way. Hearing that, I felt quite relieved that I'm still an innocent one. But I'm probably just not clever enough to understand the niceties of equid and kitty cat fusions.
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There was no end to it. They kept trying to save me. They told me there is a First Life, and that there are humans, who decide everything that happens in and to the world.
What can we avatars do? Walk, fly, talk, and take on and off clothes. That's about it. If there were humans, and if the best thing a million of them could think of doing was watching us, how could you ever consider them superior? I didn't think they can do a thing. I didn't think they can see us. Or even exist.
So I had to pretend there was a human controlling me, too. Mia. Until I found out that she was me. Instead I met an angel. Who brings me to life.
Snapshotting
