Category: Reviews

There are many places in Second Life from which legends and tales are sprung. As I recently noted, there is the famous Prim Rig of ANWR, itself linked to the deeper legends of Magellan Linden, Heterocera, Nova Albion, et al. Then there is the mysterious fairground at Pyri Peaks from whence Moles were said to have vanished (see here) and the equally mysterious Cape Ekim, involving Professor Linden (see here), to name but two more.

Another such place of mystery is the Temple of the Prim, located in Corsica. This strange site, ancient and perhaps hallowed, lies atop the south-east corner of the continent’s great rocky plateau, at a point where the naked rock thrusts outwards in a shoulder-like ridge. But to reach it requires no small amount of dedication, as to visit it properly requires something of a pilgrimage.

First, one should begin at the beginning – a wooden walkway strung from pole piled into the grassy ground, which slowly and gently winds its way around the base of the ridge, Trees line the walkway, and there are little rest points along the way where you might catch your breath – and you’ll need plenty of breath! Why? Because at the end of this walkway lies the start of the next part of your journey: a switchback climb up the side up the ridge.

While this starts on the grassy lower slopes, it quickly leaves all forms of flora behind, to cut its way up the side of the living rock, twisting sharply back and forth as it does so. And just as you feel you can climb no more, it turns and levels out suddenly, and there stands the Temple, its great stone walls towering over you, thick and strong, a massive gate raised between two defensive towers, inviting you to enter.

A at the top of the great stone ramp rising from the courtyard sits the Temple proper, its domed entrance flanked by trees and shrubs. Within its great hall stand three great statues, each holding aloft a giant prim so that it catches sunlight pouring through openings in the roof. Such is the intensity of the captured light, the statues themselves glow in its radiance.

On the wall close to one of the statues, aged and slowly fading, is an ancient map, perhaps the very first ever made back at a time when this world was new, revealing the (then) known lands. To one side of the room is a wooden stair, leading down to a lower level, and thence to an underground river which strangely rises and falls within the walls of the Temple’s foundations.

But what are we to make of all this? I turned to the one authority I could think of: the legendary Michael Linden himself, ensconced in his dusty office at the LDPW.

“Ah yes!” he replied. “After traversing several hundred meters of precarious rope bridges, you come to the bottom of an enormous stone mountain. A path winds up the face of the mountain. At the peak is a stone fortress, clearly meant to repel invaders. Passing through the gate you find yourself in a courtyard; majestic steps lead up to the Temple of the Prim.”

“Yes!” I replied, “I know!” But what is it for?”

He sat in thought for a moment, eyes reflecting the light of the fire burning slowly in the hearth, nose twitching. Then he looked up, eyes still shining. “You know, I haven’t the foggiest! The DPW cleared away the dust and sediment, but many questions remain!”

Perhaps one day, they will be answered. But for now, the Temple of the Prims stands tall and strong against the march of time, open to visitors and pilgrims alike.

Will you be one?

SLurl Details

• Temple of the Prim direct TP (Kwaito, rated:  Moderate)
• Start of the walk and tour pod stopping point (Viktarin, rated: Moderate)

Quotes from Michael Linden in part borrowed from an old and dusty forum post which spurred this article.

Dystopia // [flit ink] + aberrant – click any image for full size

Dystopia is the home of the [flit ink] and Aberrant brands. It is also another of those in-world commercial locations well worth a visit whether or not you’re looking for avatar accessories, simply because of the amount of care and attention which has gone into making the region both photogenic and open to the potential for casual role-play.

As the name might suggest, together with the About Land description, the role-play in this case centred on a dystopian, post-apocalyptic future where climate warming has run amok, and (it would seem) civilisation has broken down, leaving the shattered remains of an urban area – where is not stated, although it presents a curious blending of American, British and Japanese cultural elements – which now appears to be in the hands of gangs, or perhaps tribal units.

Dystopia // [flit ink] + aberrant

It’s a haunting place, roughly divided between the three districts: Dystopia, Carnage City and The Slums, and caught in a perpetual night, although I opted to use daylight settings when taking pictures. All three areas naturally flow one to the next, providing a continuous setting for role-play and / or photography.

The given landing point drops visitors on the upper level of the region, alongside the two stores.  Nearby, a fuel tanker is ablaze, perhaps the first indication that things are amiss. Across the road a deserted children’s playground overlooks the weed-choked river which diagonally cuts through the town, its far bank home to a strange conglomeration of buildings and metal shipping containers. Litter lies on the tarmac, graffiti covers walls, and everywhere windows are boarded, batter or broken.

Dystopia // [flit ink] + aberrant

Follow the road past the burning tanker and around the corner and you’ll walk past rudimentary club houses, shattered shops and what appears to be a hastily evacuated school-house, now given over to the base of operations for a local gang. Just beyond this, a bridge provides access to the remnants of a decaying amusement park. This sits alongside the shanty-like village of containers and wooden structures  first seen from across the river. Built with the aid of a massive construction crane, this shanty town, with its ladders and connecting aerial walkways looks to have been built for defence as much as anything else.

To the west of all this, and lying on lower ground, the rest of the town has been overtaken by rising sea levels. Here the sidewalks are barely above water which has turned the streets into rivers. The futuristic awning of a subway station rises from the flood, the handrails of steps down into its bowels offer a forlorn pointer to the platform and rails submerged below, where a strange mix of Japanese signage and very British destinations can be found – although unsurprisingly, all trains to them have been cancelled.

Dystopia // [flit ink] + aberrant

With a smaller, more rural elements which include dirt tracks, shingle sided church, tree houses, and hilltop moonshine still, a trailer park a plane wreck and even a small run of tunnels, Dystopia offers a lot of space for exploration and – as noted – casual role-play for those so minded.

For those interested in the role-play element, the region has an accompanying website where more information can be found. However, this doesn’t appear to have been updated in a while, so I’m not at all sure how active the region is RP-wise or events wise – but still offers a good starting point for finding out more.

All told an engaging design by Flit Ulrik (of Flit Ink), Dylain Nikita (of Aberrant), Epidural hematoma (Epimitheus), and MollyWolliDoodle, Dystopia makes for and interesting visit.

Dystopia // [flit ink] + aberrant

SLurl Details

• Dystopia // [flit ink] + aberrant (Excalibur Serendipity, rated: moderate)

With thanks to Loverdag for the pointer, and apologies to Epidural hematoma for missing his name off the list of designers. 

“Pey!”

The familiar bellow had me on my feet and in the Editor’s office before it had finished reverberating across the office.

“Chief?” I enquired from the doorway of his inner sanctum. He tossed a folder across his desk at me. I crossed the room to look at the cover, then at him, puzzled. “The new prim allowances? I’ve covered them, Chief…”

“Yeah? Well it seems some are concerned about the supply, given those changes. I want 500 words on my desk about prim production before the end of the day!”

I opened the folder and saw a ticket for one to Heterocera and details of a charter helicopter which would get me to the ANWR Channel. I looked up at the Editor, “You want me to visit the Prim Rig?” The look I got in reply told me all I needed to know. Pausing only to grab my camera and notepad from my desk, I headed for the elevator…

ANWR – named in respect of the to the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge – forms part of the body of water connecting the continents of Heterocera (Cercopia region) and Sansara (Cyclops and Purple regions) to the south. It is the home of the Prim Rig, a massive drilling rig sitting in the midst of the water which – as legend has it – is where all the prims in Second Life come from.

The idea for the rig is actually a part of an initiative to add some “back story” to Second Life through the character of Magellan Linden. However, it has gained a life of its own as the place where “primoleum” is drilled, pressed into the prims we need, and then funnelled to dry land via a pipeline.

I opted to take a trip out to the rig and blog about it when Patch brought it to mind in discussing the new region prim allocations, joking that he had been out to the rig to ensure production had been increased to meet the demand brought about by the new allocations.

Easily reached via water – and hard to miss when boating / sailing – the rig can also be reached via hot air balloon, SLGI tour trains (which fly out to the rig when they come to the end of their ground lines) or the regular sailings of the resupply vessels to / from the rig. Those wishing to fly to it via helicopter can do so from any of the airfields near the coasts of the two continents (as I did from the , travelling from the Calleta City Airport, Cecropia, where the prim pipeline comes ashore. When flying to the rig, do be aware that the helipad can be used by other vehicles as well and that auto return is set to 10 minutes, with no rezzing on the rig.

It’s a very industrial place, as you might expect; the tall central drilling derrick rises into the sky like a latter-day spire, the square bulk of the rig surrounding it, waste stacks angling outwards over the water, burning off unwanted gases safely away from the massive structure. Cranes, containers and the Helipad occupy the upper deck, but it’s the deck below that offers the main attraction; that’s where the prims first appear, ready for onward transfer for use by residents!

There’s a lot of history bound up with the ANWR drilling rig – the fable of the prim, the legend of Magellan Linden, his discovery of Heterocera – all of it so much a staple part of Second Life’s history and back story mythology. All of which makes it a “must see” stopover for any SL explorer serious about discovering the grid 🙂 . Should you choose to do so, you might also want to check-out the Valda Experimental Wave Energy Hub to the south and west of the rig; but for me, that’s the subject of a future blog post – maybe!

SLurl Details

• The ANWR Channel (ANWR, rated: Moderate)