am fascinated by the sick sims. there is not much to do, but much to see. am happy with jPop soundtrack that runs incessantly, with random poseballs (including 5-set of one being kicked and beaten by four — is sick. is also casual in its brutality.)
so many of the structures are open; where people live, where they hang out. much is desolate in its emptiness, in its decay…is a no-fly sim, so falling down holes or off building is (semi) realistically stressful. must actually look to see how to climb or move between buildings if up high. am clever enough to both jump and move forward? if miss that roof edge what below will be trapped by. (is true can teleport from real stuck-in-wall problem, but is still fun to try.)
and for the apocalypse…it is beautiful. from top of Brooklyn Bridge, sunset, sunrise, evens out the bare places, makes the dense buildings seem more gothic than grungy. through steam tunnels and industrial corrosion, smoke and steam obscure the path, cracks and passages open up, inviting and daunting.
city streets with lights and open shops seem frozen — what should be busy and full of people surviving, stopped in an instant, in a blink, the skeleton of a city, stripped of muscle and fat.
am sure there is an rp (or more than one) being played out in the back alleys, perhaps in the wee hours when sleep is mine. other sl-ers are creeping through the streets, calling each other out, ducking and running, attacking each other or saving each other.
that is how it lives in my head when i am not there. that it is silent and empty only when i show up…and when i go, the inhabitants creep out like rats to overrun their utopia again.
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