LL are regular meaniepoofaces! 😦
Those unsanitary fuckaz did … wait, let me start from the begining: This morning, kinda 6 a.m.-ish, I log into Second Life. Of course. Sunday morning is perfect, I got all the time in the world and the grid is rather empty so it’s a good time to continue my Grand Tour. Oh, first let’s check the mail for a last time before I embark on today’s stage around Gaeta V.
Result is the last post, about my 200th follower, that I quickly wanted to get out of the way. All the time Orca hovered in the air around the last place I crashed out. Okayyyy, pheew, blog done and closed. Now let’s rez the boat and go sailing!
But where to rez? Can’t find a spot in my vicinity so I decide to TP back to Debelox raceline and start over …
WTF? I mean, really now. What the actual fudge??? I havn’t moved at all, only deleted all the Group Notices, didn’t even open any IM yet,; only attempted a TP back circa 10 sims or so.
And … CRASHORAMA!!! 😮
I’m rather peed off right now and decide to go back to bed.