SL15B Builds

Amongst all the hysterical, candy-coloured, crystal encrusted, boring sameness of the SL15B installations, Seraphim has found a few genuinely creative, unique builds…

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… in order to find these gems, Seraphim has clawed her way through hours of lag, so bad it basically made her want to kill herself, and, on the ground, caused her to constantly fall into extremely irritating canals, and in the air, caused her to constantly crash into walls…

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… it was always a relief from the hysterical cacophony of Disney-cartoon-esqe colours, bland builds and appalling profusion of crystals, to find thoughtful displays, with few crystals and no rainbow explosions of colour…

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… and with displays that consisted of more than some pictures on a board, and actually drew her in and engaged her interest…

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… she found this one, to be particularly evocative…

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… and futuristically monumental…

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Pictures of Kowloon

Seraphim has long enjoyed the cluttered, grungy, neon spectacle that is Kowloon…

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… but recent posts by her friends, Veyot, and Pearl Grey, have re-kindled her interest in the place, and she has, of course, been keeping a visual record…

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… Kowloon is the epitome of squalid, grunge-encrusted decay, mixed with the dazzling splendour of neon, and the fascinating appeal of Asian calligraphy/signage …

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… it is a place of claustrophobic spaces, gloom and shadow…

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… a photographers paradise…

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… as the gloom is punctuated by beautiful neon signs, and bright lights…

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Evie and the Apocalypse

Once there was a little robot, who woke up, one day, and it was the Apocalypse…

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… the Apocalypse was kind of bleak and broken…

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… and the little robot felt a bit lonely…

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… as she wandered the overgrown landscape…

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… her memory banks telling her that, before the Apocalypse, she was loved and often cuddled…

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… she knew she had, somehow, to find her way back to the time before the Apocalypse…

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… perhaps, the little robot thought, this is all a dream, and when I wake up tomorrow, my beautiful Mistress will take me in her arms, once more, and say ‘hush, little baby bot, you had a bad dream’? And, do you know, that’s exactly what happened? And the little bot never dreamed of the Apocalypse again.