Today, an event occurred that I just had to share. This post could also be titled “Why I don’t like talking to people.”
Last night, I was playing Second Life. I was just hanging around with my best bud Leila at a sandbox. (A sandbox is a public area used for building).
Now usually if I’m trying to build something, I’ll set up my private skybox to be left alone. You may wonder why I’m so anti-social in the sandbox, but the rest of the story will explain this.
If you can’t be bothered reading on, the answer can be summed up in one word:
So, I’m talking to Leila, and in strides Mr. Fuckwit.
Now, the social “rules” for Second Life are the same for real life. If you see two people together talking, you don’t just stride up and start talking. I mean, you might…but you’d walk up, introduce yourself and join the conversation…not just blurt out the first stupid shit that comes into your head.
This guy was a noob. Not a newb, a noob. There is a difference. A Newb is a new player who is trying to learn the game. A noob is a new player who thinks they know everything, will argue that black is white, and generally act like an asshole.
So he walks up and pulls out, of all things, a trampoline. At least I think that’s what it was meant to be. It was a black circle surrounded by a blue one. Forget the fact he just dropped an object directly on something I was building, the dumb bastard started jumping up and down on it, and tried to make me buy one from him.
Trying to be nice, I just say “No thank you.” To which he continually asks me why I don’t want to part with my hard earned lindens for quite possibly the worst thing I’ve ever seen.
Upping the ante, he pulls out this little marvel:
PLEASE click for a better view...you must see the suckiness!
He said it was a sleigh. What I saw (and what you probably see) is a hollowed out cube filled with different colored primitives).
You see, to build in Second Life, you use “primitives” IE, basic shapes, cubes, spheres and so on. In the hands of a talented builder, they can make simply stunning and detailed objects. In this guy’s hands, you get a hollowed out cube. He starts trying to sell me this prim abortion as well.
Finally, Leila and I snap at the same time. Leila just asks him bluntly why we’d buy something from him we can make ourselves in 2 minutes. (I make a lot of objects for clothes, like flexible skirts, and Leila is herself a very talented builder).
Then, this 4 day old idiot starts telling us we don’t know what we’re talking about, and that we can’t possibly match his building skill.
Fuckwit : “Let’s see you try, if it’s so simple, you do it.”
Me : “Dude, I don’t have time for this. Look, I made 4000L this week from the stuff I made, how about you?”
Fuckwit : “I made 20,000 this week.”
Me : “Whatever, dude, can you go away now please?”
Blah, blah, blah.
Me : “Look, your whole sleigh is only made of about 6 prims, even a decent pair of shoes should have at least 20.”
Fuckwit : “You need 20 prims to make a pair of shoes? You mustn’t be a very good builder!”
Two things here. One, I’m making his dialogue actually readable. Two, apparently, more detail is bad in his eyes.
(Just in case you haven’t grasped the situation yet, in Second Life, I’m a successful builder. People actually part with their money to buy my ‘creations’. Leila is the same. This guy had only been playing for 4 days, and was still on his way to mastering the basics. He’s basically the guy from school who would talk out of his ass and argue with the teacher. I’m in no way a master builder, but against this guy, Leila and I might as well be frigging DaVinci)
Then he says “Well, let’s see you make reindeer as good as mine then!”
Leila, stepping up to the challenge, starts to make a copy of his reindeer. Something she does in a couple minutes, and does a much better effort. I was considering just muting the idiot and going back to what I was doing…but as Leila was busy, and I had no-one there to talk to, I started to build a sleigh.
Of course, fuckwit decided to heckle. There was no way I’d ever be able to match his building mastery.
As the ten minute build progressed, fuckwit began to get nervous. It became obvious that there was no way he could look at my effort and still proclaim to be a better builder than me. So he resorted to making fun of my shoes. (Which was odd, because I didn’t make them, and his shoes where newbie shoes…in other words, just his feet painted black.)
Finally, I stood back, and said:
“There, that’s a ten minute build. I wouldn’t even THINK of trying to sell it. If I wanted to, I’d spend a couple hours, put in ten times the detail and script it to actually fly. Now do you see why I don’t want to buy your from you?”
Here was my effort:
At which point, he called me a cunt and left.