Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24214023-20140502040909

I am very new to the whole posting a pasta, but I love some feedback for this story. Thanks

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Hello fellow shoppers!

A while back I got a notecard from a sl person who wrote the notecard ‘M3.PERFECT.TGA’.

I’ll be honest with you, no demons or some spirit wanting to rape my soul came out of the note, but the story was fairly strange. The person is apparently gone (or they haven’t responded to me in a while, but please read if you want. I removed their name.

Hello XC,

I am writing this because out of any odd fuck I have met after knowing you for sometime, I can tell you this fucked up moment I had. You know I started SL months ago because my rl friend wanted me to join. I decided to give it a try and obeyed his rule of downloading firestorm and just sticking with him. He introduced me to the UTILIZATOR M3 head and being a huge anime addict, I fell in love with it. Course I bought a lot of the more popular mods (Candy Cutie, Subchain, Darkstar Dynmanics, etc). I started to go to shops that also had the clothing that fit AV 2.0 also. I made my avatar fairly adorable with a sexy feel to it. She had a rp name: Miu. I know, cliche name, but Miu was one of my favorite mods. She always had her hair up in pigtails and I dressed her in a lot of the B@R outfits. I guess I was a bit too obsessed with her and I started to mod her skin and her eyes. I wanted to make her so perfect that no one could compare to her. The strangest shit happened though when SL was have a rolling round of resets (so not normal of sl, right?). I got stuck in a sandbox sim and nothing was loading around Miu. I decided to do the normal thing and just shut down firestorm and just reopen it. I did that and everything was loading smoothly, until I finally loaded. Something was wrong with Miu, or the environment around her. The sandbox was blank and no one around me was rezzing in. I heard my IM beep and the name DoNotRespond PleaseIgnore popped open. The message it read was this:

“Why did you do this to me?”

I just rolled my eyes and exited the firestorm client. When reopening my game, I decided to clear my cache and try again. I again ended up in the empty sim and again the same damn name popped open.

“Stop it.”

Someone was truly messing with me, but I noticed something up with Miu. She wore the Utilizator Ribbons that you can get, but her ribbons were both covered in blood. I didn’t remember her wearing anything dirty since I personally liked her dressed in cute things. The DoNotRespond thing popped up again.

“Please no more.”

I finally said fuck it and wrote back.

“No more of what?”

It took some time for it to respond, but the message did go through.

“Just stop it. Please stop. It hurts.”

Whoever the troll was I tried to see if I moved about I would find this ass. I noticed that Miu was lagging.. badly. She almost looked like she was walk but her legs were wanting to hyperextend-- making it look like her legs were pulling backwards. As soon as I maybe took a few steps, I heard this ungodly noise through my headset. I threw my headset off since the noise freaked the shit out of me. I decided to try and yet again, reset firestorm. What surprised me though was the close command wasn’t working. Infact, anything I was click on wasn’t working. A blue box popped up on the upper right hand corner of my client with the texture named ‘M3.PERFECT.TGA’ Reluctant to even try, I was surprised that I could click the ok to open the box. The image was blurred at first, but then started to clear slowly. It looked like Miu, but some things were off. First was her skin. I usually had her in the darker tones, but she was washed out white. Her eyes were black and the eyes seemed hyperrealistic with an intense glow. Her hair was a mess and her outfit was dirty and ragged. She had blood coming down her eyes and seemed to be coughing some blood out too. What bothered me most was how sad she looked. I noticed that my conversation box was blinking again.

“See what you are doing to me?”

At this point I didn’t know what the hell I should do: walk away or just respond. I decided the dumber of the two options:

“What did I do wrong?”

The DoNotRespond didn’t answer for a moment until I saw the typing start:

“Everything. Why do you constantly put me through so much pain. What did I do to not be perfect for you?”

I didn’t know how to respond. WHO was this person? Why have my look, MY personal look? A look I put time into making…

Making her perfect.

I didn’t think of doing it at first, but I clicked on the little person icon that was when highlighted ‘profile.’ It took time for it to load, but in a couple minutes, it showed the ‘owner’ of my copy.

The owner had no groups, but the description was exactly the same as mine. I went into the photos and although none of the photos loaded correctly, all the writing was exactly the same.

The firstlife picture… was me.

‘What the fuck? Why are you stalking me?!’

The response back was this:

‘I am not. I am just showing you how much pain you throw me in. I live in a hell hole that turns into this when YOU sleep. When YOU want me to look PERFECT. Am I not PERFECT? Change YOUR hair why don’t you? Change YOUR skin. Why don't YOU change YOUR eyes? You never have to change, but I always have to. Everyday you change me… Everyday you change out my eyes from my sockets, change my skin over and over. You change my body, my gender, my height and everything that shouldn't be changed! PERFECT. PERFECT. PERFECT. AM I NOT PERFECT ENOUGH FOR YOU?! No.. I am NEVER PERFECT.’

I watched the screen as I saw my avatar drag it’s distorted body to an edge of a sim… If you been in secondlife, some sims just end in a corner that just go into nowhere. I started screaming at the screen to fucking stop and to my surprise it did. Miu started to turn slowly and this time the camera didn’t move like it did usually when turning Miu. No, she was fucking facing me.

My stomach felt as if I had fallen thousand of feet. The thing in my screen had the same look as the girl in the image, but her body was so twisted. So distorted. I heard something in my headset that was sitting at my desk and I slowly grabbed the headphones and put it near my ear so that I didn't have to put my headset on. I heard heavy breathing, not of a horror movie, but when someone is dying and drowning by fluid in their lungs. She gurgled something and her mouth moved slowly. What she said made me cry

I rather die… Than be living here.

Miu dragged her body to the edge of the sim and I saw her slowly sinking under the ground. A scream emitted from my headphones, but I didn’t drop my headset this time. I started screaming and crying. I never thought I would cry for pixels, but she sounded as if she was having the slowest painful death a person can not even imagine. When I saw her last bit of her hand sink though, SL crashed on me. When trying to relog into that account, it kept stating that the account password is incorrect or does not exist. Linden Lab even told me that my account never existed in any way shape or form.

At the moment, I am just using that temp account you allowed me to use back in the day. I am never returning back here, but I want you to know this story. Give warning to all the massive modders out there… Perfect is dangerous.

Your friend. 