A Case of Mistaken Identity

Some time ago I received this message:

Received from
The Gamemaster (29:11)
Mar 28, 11:00 pm As the SL, you are responsible for your System Logo. I've removed one that was unacceptable in a family game. Please do not use any logo that you wouldn't want your 12 year old daughter to see.

The Gamemaster

I immediately replied back that I was not responsible for the bad image in our system’s avatar. I sent another one later to make sure I explained myself clearly.

Worried that other people will think ill of me, I also posted a post in the public forum, announcing my innocence about the avatar.

Mr. Uluru soon after messages me and replied on the public forum that he was responsible about the system’s avatar. He also apologizes for the confusion and has not meant for me to get involve. In fact, he was confused as me as to why I received that warning. Strange.

It seems Mr. Uluru was trying to make a statement. About the not for general-patronage that has been happening in both the Galaxies Ablaze Forum and Game.

I don’t know if it was the right way to protest or not. But those system avatar pictures really shock me. I have learned to ignore those dirty messages on the public forum (I don’t mind those insurance or buy and sell adds. But some of the other advertisements are disgusting). But those system logos caught me by surprise.

I also, always, deactivate the view system logo every time I login for the first time, while still in Newbie Mode. But I turned it on when I learned that Trinity has made a new system logo for us, to view it. It was a nice logo. Trinity wrote our system’s logo on top of a James Bond picture. Unfortunately, I forgot to turn it off again after viewing Trinity’s work.

The next time I login I saw a picture of two gay men hugging/caressing each other. I immediately ask my system planets to change it. Indeed it was change and replace by two haft naked lesbian hugging/caressing each other. This one was remove by the gamemaster and this was when I received the warning message. Tsk. Mr. Uluru wasn’t finish of course and put another picture of a woman’s seat wearing a very skimpy swimsuit. I frantically turned off the view system’s logo option before somebody in our house sees me with it. I should have turned off the view system’s logo the moment I saw those two men. :(

Later, in response to Mr. Ulurus apology, I message him it was alright now and that I have clamed down and I have no animosity against him. It was admirable of him to accept responsibility and apologize for it.

Even thought I have not receive a message from the gamemaster clearing me from the incident, I feel fine and alright because Mr. Uluru cleared me up in the public forum and everyone knows I was not responsible for it. And that’s what matter most of all to me.

Attack of the Headless Chickens

Last Saturday, Philippine time, my mother brought me along to attend a family cooking group. This cooking group is when female family members gather and share recipes, and make foods, and share gossips, and tips. She drags me along, ignoring my pleas, saying something about it is time to break me to it, whatever that means.

So for a couple of hours I sat on a sofa, or sometimes a dinning chair, watching them baked “Food for the Gods” and “Fruit Cakes”. Although it was not as boring as I first though, it was not something I would prefer to do on a daily basis. But being a good girl, I smiled and made conversation, and pretend I was interested in what they were doing (Don’t tell my mom!). The only thing I was genuinely interested, beside from some scandalous gossip, was how to make a ladies drink. I was even allowed to drink a glass of my own brew. Hee hee!

My aunt was of course impressed with me. But being nice backfired on my face. The next day, after Sunday mass, I was back with my mom in my aunt’s kitchen baking and cooking again. This time, I was not alone as my aunties brought their own daughters, my cousins, along with them. The worst part is my cousins blame me for them being there. It seems I made a good impression on my aunts that they decided to bring their daughters along. It was horrible! I was so embarrass that I felt like my cheek would burn off my face!

Fortunately, after a few smiles, jokes, some quick conversation, and some promise to go out with them for some family bonding; my cousins seems to have forgiven me or at least forgotten the whole event for the time being. Whoosh! I have never wish to leave a place like the way I want to leave that house before! Now, the only problem is how I could get out of some of those engagements. Some of my cousins finds scandalous things as fun, while others are not so picky on where they eat (One of my cousin sometime eat fishball from a sidewalk stand. Those things can be dirty, with all the dirt from the street and car fumes falling down on those fishballs!)

Anyway, even after all of this, that was not the most memorable thing I remember that Sunday morning. The most memorable thing is the attack of the headless chickens!

One of the food we were about to cook, the “Tinola”, needs some fresh chickens. Unfortunately for me and my cousins, the chickens were still alive. The elders told us to prepare the chickens so we can cook them. They group us in three.

None of us have ever killed a chicken before, but after a while and a flurry of discussion, we all agreed in a way to “prepare” the chickens. One person will hold a head of a chicken, while another will hold it’s body, and the last member will use a butcher’s knife and swing it on a chicken’s head to severe the head from the body.

I was one of those in-charges in swinging the butcher’s knife. We all went to our designated position and counted to three. At three, we all swung our knives together and severed the head of our chickens.

It was PANDEMONIUM! After the head was severed, everyone holding a chicken part immediately let go, and that was a big mistake. The chickens’ severed head lies on the table still moving, and the chickens’ headless bodies were jumping all over the room, spraying blood everywhere. Everyone run screaming and crying as the chickens jump at everyone and tainting everyone red. One of my cousins stood besides the table, wide-eyed, and obviously in shock. I and Naomi manage to pull her out of the room. Another one, Malou, tried to hide under the table but she did not stay there for long as a headless chicken seemingly chase her out. Before I left the room, along with Naomi and our tow, I saw a headless chicken jump out of the room, over a window, and into the street.

The elders came running. Worry and fear were painted on their faces. It did not take long and the subdivision security guards came running with their handguns drawn. Some were carrying shotguns.

It took a while for us to explain what happened and put order into the chaos that just happened. Fortunately, everyone took it all in good humor and everyone, but us cousins, laugh till they burst.

We gave our “Tinola” and a huge pot of rice, to the subdivision security guards for their steadfast arrival and doing their duty.

Wonder and Turtle

I have been using the turtle strategy these past few days. The reason for this is because my planet has become too fat. One day I assaulted a planet way over the 50% planet size limit (Japonija) and the next time I login, I am in a situation where if I decided to send 1 AAV out, I would be assaulted.

My planet became fat when I started to build large amount of researchers, to research both lunar mines and fusion power plant, all within a day (I was nearly finish with the lunar mines by this time but I finish the fussion plant within 12 hours.) With me training researchers, upgrading buildings, and all the while exploring for land and grabbing helpless asteroid that was just innocently passing by; it was obvious why my planet is so out of shape.

I have decided to stop exploring now and concentrate in building up its offense and defense strength. I do not need anymore land right now as I have enough room for my troops as I upgrade my barracks with stardocks.

Since I am using the turtle strategy, there is not much news about my planet to post. But I do have some news about my system.

Our wonder, the SDA, was taken out without me knowing until 8-12 hours later. Tsk! I even donated for the maintenance, not knowing that it was already gone! ;p (I have been busy spending time with my mother. See attack of the headless chickens.) I wanted to participate in getting it back, but my system took it down and built it before I even know about it. All I can say is blame it on my mother. Hee hee! Oh! Hopes she does not read this. Shssss!

I hope by the time I finish destroying my barracks and made their lands into stardocks, I would be in shape to assault again. Until then or if something comes up, see you later.

Update: 1:2 ask us to help them get their wonder back. Again I fervently wish to participate, only to wake up again and find it is already done. Phooey! I need to be more active! I’m already embarrass because I failed to help get the wonder, and cannot even protect my system friends.

Public Forum

I prefer visiting the RI forum then the Public forum in Galaxies Ablaze. It is much more clean and more for general patronage. Galaxies Ablaze forum are filled, not only with useless and dirty advertisement, but also with some of the rudest remark.

I have learned to recognize this advertisement by looking at the number of replies and authors. If I do not recognize the creator of the thread and there are no replies from other people, I do not bother opening up and reading the thread. Unfortunately, there are times you do not have to open the thread to see dirty messages, as the title of the thread itself is offending.

Until this kind of things stop, I will be visiting the RI forum more then the GA Forum. RI player base might not be as big as GA, but they are more urbane and their post more decent and funny then the latter. This is one reason I change my avatar in the Onlineworld forum and not the RI forum.

Sorry Ms. Chick. But it’s the truth. Hope you don’t get mad.