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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Ugly Neighbour

The area on Mainland, where Seraphim has her home and her current gallery, has seen a sudden explosion of building and parcel-buying in the last few weeks… going from comfortably empty to suddenly crowded… the plot of land right beside the gallery has changed hands twice in the last few weeks, first having a cute little shop on it, now, as of yesterday, having thoughtless morons owning it…

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… who have put up banlines (cannot be photographed) right against the side of Seri’s beautiful, light-filled gallery… causing her to have to replace the side windows and lovely, glass roof, with solid wall and roof, because, no one enjoys art that is framed/backed by hideous, bright yellow banlines…

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… the whole time she was changing her gallery to suit her new, moron neighbours, she was fuming and raging to herself (and to AVA, via IM)… why does anyone do something that thoughtless and inconsiderate?… why does anyone put banlines around an empty plot of land?… do they think someone will walk on the basic ‘ground’ texture? Couldn’t they see, figure out for themselves, how intrusive their ugly, juvenile proclamations of ownership would be to the established neighbour? Seri concluded that, no, they couldn’t, because they were morons. So, as the banlines prevent Seri even being able to identify them, in order to open a dialog, she made an elegant little sign, to welcome them to the neighbourhood, but they probably can’t read, either.

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Evie pointed out to Seraphim that she could just pan in and click on the land, to get the land details… something she had stupidly not considered… which she did, and now she knows who owns the land… Evie also reminded Seri she could unselect banlines in her preferences, so she couldn’t see them, another thing she hadn’t thought of… Evie and Tee are not just Seraphim’s gynoid pets, they are cybernetic extensions of her brain.

Lanterns

Seraphim was wading her way through the many exhibits at the Home & Garden Expo, when she noticed lanterns being released from the roof of the elev8 building…

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… the air was filled with the sound of many little flames in paper lanterns…

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… attracting an exotic, alien moth…

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… who flew up and landed amongst them…

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… feeling like a black cat amongst burning pigeons…

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… she breathed in the scent of her old hunting companion, the night…

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… and gloried in the sight and sound…

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… of hundreds of flame-filled paper lanterns taking guttering flight.

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Seraphim has taken her favourite toy, in her new toy, to her favourite deserted city, for a blast around the flyovers…

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… they cruised the ground level, looking for an access ramp…

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… till they found one…

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… then they went up…

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… and up…

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… and up, into the heart of the concrete jungle…

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… then down, again…

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… the four wheels humming, and the eight cylinders driving the deep growl…

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… back to where they started.

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Seraphim has a fabulous new toy… and it’s not a gynoid…

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… it’s a beautiful hot-rod. Seraphim set off on her¬†inaugural ride in the evening…

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… cruising effortlessly through the night to the growl of the V-8 motor…

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… pacing the moon on it’s journey to the dawn…

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… thundering through the industrial wasteland…

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… to the other side…

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… of the night.