Pig Army at Burning Life

 Written 23 September, 2007

Pig Army at Burning Life

I've been visiting the Burning Life sims, which are under development (I'm afraid if I wait until the actual opening of the festival, the land will be crowded and laggy and I might not even be able to get in).

Burning Life is filled with strange and funny things, but the strangest and funniest was at a recycle center-- a basket filled with recycled newbie penises-- one of which was wiggling arouind.

"It followed me home."

Hehe.

Alas, no pictures.

I seem to have taken only one snapshot, this photo of an array of prim pigs. It's good I did, for I did what I often do when I see a captive audience; I took the stage. And when I get silly, guess who else gets silly? Luckily, I saved the Chat log of our conversation:


You: All right, men
You: ...er, pigs
You: I want you to screw up your courage like you have screwed up your tails!
You: Like George Bush has screwed up America!
You: We are going to take back the Armour meat packing plant!
You: Are you with me?
You: Are you with me? Say OINK!
Sweetie: Yes Yes Yes
Sweetie: The plant is ours!
Sweetie: We'll shove 'em in their own casings and pickle their ears!

[Cheyenne plays imported elephant trumpet sound]

You: Do you hear that noise?
You: Our friends the pachyderms are showing their solidarity!
Sweetie: It is time for the pork  rebellion!
Sweetie: The swine wars are at hand!
Sweetie: Embrace your haminess!
Sweetie: And oink for your freedom!
You: We will drive them to their knees!
You: And hear them bacon for mercy!
You: No more!
Sweetie: You must screw your curly tails to the sticking place!
You: No more sausage!
You: No more kielbasa!
Sweetie: And defend your ham bone!
You: No more ham hocks!
You: No more pork chops!
You: No more pig's feet!
You: Well, you may keep the ones you have.
You: And maybe pork chops
Cheyenne Palisades likes pork chops
Sweetie: There's something disturbing about the way these pigs are staring at me with their unblinking eyes.
Sweetie: It's as if they had a message to give me.
Sweetie: NO MORE PORK BELLIES!
Sweetie: From now on it's beer bellies!
Sweetie: ARRRRGGGG!
You: Down with the pork bellies futures market!
You: Oh. They already closed it!
You: Up with porcine happiness!
You: You're being awfully quiet, men!
You: Pigs!
You: You are with us in this, aren't you?
You: We can't help you if you won't help yourselves!
You: Not talking?
You: That's it, I'm outta here!
You: This isn't the only place that needs organizers!
You: You can all be potted meat product for all I care!
You: I understand the Spam animals are in need of a union!
Sweetie: Blink those beady eyes twice if you can hear us...
You: You guys are just gonna have to do it on your own.
Sweetie: Let us do battle for a kosher way of life!
Sweetie: Don't wallow in your slavery!
Sweetie: Arise!
Sweetie: Arise!
Sweetie: Arise!'