Let's Make Lots of Money

Get rich eventually

A question I get asked a lot in Real Life ™ is “Second Life sounds a bit costly – is there any way I can make money in it without having to put real money into it?”

Second Life has it's own in world currency called Linden Dollars (L$). You can use paypal to buy Linden Dollars either through the website, or inworld through the viewer. But it is possible to earn Linden Dollars without having to buy them or having a Paypal account.

There are many ways to increase your money if you have a little to start with, but what if your money account is at zero?

Occasionally you might come upon a competition that pays Linden Dollars to the winners (and sometimes runners up). Competitions can vary from something like a trivia quiz or a fishing contest to a building competition, or a best avatar competition.

To win a competition usually means being good at something, which means practice – so dont expect to make a fortune in your first week.

“Isn't there a catch 22? to win best avatar / outfit don't I need a lot of money to buy a good outfit?”

Not necessarily. There is something called lucky chairs. These will usually display a random letter every few minutes. If your account name begins with that letter, sit on the chair and you get a prize. This prize is often an outfit, or part of an outfit (perhaps shoes, or a fancy skirt etc). There are also treasure hunts that are full of really good quality prizes. Also, there are a lot of Freebies around. Most importantly, there are a lot of free textures. There are also Midnight Madness boards where you add yourself to the list and if the correct number of people have registered by midnight, each person receives the prize. So there are many ways to build up a really good outfit without spending a single Lindie.

Why are free textures important? Well the great thing about Second Life is it has a built in editor for editing your avatar, and a prim editor for creating and editing objects. This means you can easily create your own outfits. Good textures make a big difference.

Take a look around Second Life. Most of the content was not created by Linden staff, but created by other residents – people like you! You will encounter a lot of shops in Second Life – selling all manner of items from custom eyes for your avatar to buildings, furniture and vehicles. Once you have learned how to make things, you too could run a shop in Second Life selling what you have made.

Before you get too excited, there are a few things you need to be aware of. Firstly, there's a lot of competition. Secondly, making a popular item that sells well usually means you will need to have good textures, and maybe custom animations or sounds. Uploading a sound wave, animation file, or an image file for textures will cost 10L$ each upload. Whilst this is not a lot of money, it is an obstacle if you dont have any money, and ten Lindies here and there can soon mount up. That's why you need a few to get your business started.

Okay, what if you havent't won any competitions, or dont find any? Is there another way to get on that first rung of the ladder?

Well yes, there is. Get a job. Seriously, there are jobs in Second Life, and some pay very good wages. If you are familiar with role play and know the rules, there is often an opportunity there. Okay, I'll be honest – the majority of the role-play jobs are sexual in nature, and you will have to get Age Verified to even be allowed in the RP sim – but the pay is pretty good.

Some nightclubs will pay dancers. You dont normally need your own dance animations – the club will usually have a dance pole / platform / cage. For some places you may need your own tip jar, but they are easy to make if you know how.

Okay – now we come to the next big obstacle. If you are new to Second Life, you probably dont know how to make items, how to use the editors, or how to script an item.

Scripting? That is creating a a small program within an object to make it do things. For instance, if you have made a car, you want it to be able to move. If you make a helicopter you want it to fly. If you make a bed, you want people to be able to lie on it (or do other bedtime things). That's what scripts are for, and they are written in a programming language called lsl (Linden Scripting Language). There are many free ready made scripts, and you can learn how to create your own.

Yes, there is a lot to learn – but there are a lot of classes. You can also find tutorials on Youtube, but the easiest way to learn anything is to go to one of the scheduled classes, then practice for yourself in a sandbox. Most classes are free.

You will discover quite quickly that you can't normally “rez” or create an object on public land, so you will need to find a sandbox (an open area where people can create and place objects of their own). Many groups have their own sandbox for the use of members, so it's a good idea to join building groups or help groups.

So in time, you may well develop skills that can in some way earn you money – either by working for someone, teaching others, or making products to sell in Second Life. But you must remember a few basic rules.

1. No begging. Do not ask other people to give or lend you money – it's against the rules.
2. No spamming. Do not misuse groups to advertise or sell your wares.
3. No hawking. It is against the rules to use a sandbox as a sales area. Trying to pitch a sale on someone elses land will also land you in trouble
4. No plagiarism. You are not allowed to market anything that breaches copyright.

You can only sell items through legitimate outlets. This means a sales area (a shop, cart, or wall) that you either own or rent; or through MarketPlace.

Marketplace (often called MP) is a website set up by Linden Labs where you can sell your own products. You have to drag your item from your inventory to the Merchant Outbox in your Viewer, then outside SL at the MP site you need to list it. Login at Second Life Marketplace, and navigate to Merchant Home under the My Marketplace menu, and select Manage Listings. It's fairly simple. You will need an image of your product, but that doesnt cost anything – you can take a snapshot of it in SL, and save the image to your hard drive at no cost.

Once you have made your first 10 L$ you are away. You can create your own texture or your own animation (Animations are made outside SL – you can download a FREE application called Qavimator to make them) and sell them. It doesnt cost anything (other than time) to create your own scripts and sell them through Marketplace.

Not everyone can do everything. Merchants that specialise in buildings may not be experts on scripts or textures, so will frequently buy these from someone else. Just remember that though scripting is a relatively rare and specialised skill in SL, there are a lot of free scripts, so if you create a basic door script, you are unlikely to find someone willing to pay for it – you need to do something that is more complex, and probably unique. If coding is your thing, learn how lsl works, look through a few of the free sample scripts, and then have a go at it. If you join a build group or scripting group, you will frequently be able to contact people who need your help, and are willing to pay you.

If you look in the Second Life forums, you will often see jobs advertised there too. It's worth remembering that there is as much to learn and do logged out as when logged in – there are samples, tutorials, information and help, and even lots of freebies, all available in either the Second Life Website, or in other residents blogs and web pages – just google. You can also create animations, sounds, scripts, sculpted objects, and textures offline.

an Early Furry

I have been reading what may be the beginning of Furry Fiction.  Well, unless you count the strange mythological creations of the Greek Myths that is.

I am referring to The Island of Doctor Moreau by H G Wells.

For those of you who have not read the book or seen any of the movie adaptions, allow me to describe the basic plot.  a shipwrecked man encounters an island filled with creatures that are half man, half beast - the results of vivisection experiments by a crazy scientist who is turning animals into humans, and the result is something halfway between the two - Anthros.

of course, there have been tales of such anthroponmorphs for thousands of years, from the Minotaur of ancient Greek legends to the Werewolves of European legends, or the cryptozoid Bigfoot of America.

But like a lot of the Furry fiction that is popular on the internet, Wells's story is not just about animals that walk on two legs and talk.   The Island of Dr Moreau was an allegorical tale that was really about the treatment of homosexuals in society.  This has been confirmed by the family of HG Wells, who say that his story was  mainly inspired by the trials of Oscar Wilde - a writer Wells admired and felt great sorrow for.

Of course, the point of Wells's tale is that it is cruel and un-natural to force a living being to go against it's nature.  to cut and mutilate an animal so that it looks like a human, then condition and train it to behave like a human is cruel and morally questionable.   By the same token, constraining a homosexual to look, dress, behave, and live the life of a "normal" upstanding English gentleman is equally cruel and morally questionable.

If you take a look at society today, you will see that we haven't really changed much.  We still judge animals by human standards and expect them to behave as we train them to behave, and there are still families that send their sons and daughters to psychiatrists or "conditioning centres" to "cure" them of homosexuality.

fortunately, this sort of mindset is becoming less common, and slowly people are becoming more accepting.

However, the underlying issue has not really changed.  Because what it really boils down to is a general rejection of alien ways of thinking.   Even people who claim to love nature seem reluctant to accept the ways of nature and the "philosophies" of animals.   They do not view and accept animals as creatures that think and behave in alien ways, but rather they think of animals as mentally retarded humans with fur.

Not everyone, of course.  There are those few (such as the late Steve Irwin) who understand and respect the raw natural ways of animals, and accept them, loving them tooth and claw, rather than trying to see them as disneyfied cartoon characters.

Snow White - an Erotic Faerytale

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs

Once upon a time, there were two princesses – Rose Red and her younger half sister – Snow White.

Now Rose Red was a hot little temptress with fiery red hair and a sexual appetite to match. So horny was she, that she couldn’t sleep soundly in her bed at night until she had been fucked by at least three men, and more often than not took five men to her chamber.

Snow White on the other hand, was chaste and pure, and so innocent she didn’t even realise she was a virgin, having not an inkling about sex.

Snow White had nought but pity for her sister, for each night she heard the terrible cries from her room, and wondered what torments caused so much screaming that as many as five men would have to hold her down.

It so happened that a neighbouring kingdom had a young King named Rodney who had not yet taken a wife to be his queen, because allegedly no woman could take his huge cock or satisfy his enormous sexual appetites. Rose decided that this man must be hers, so trained hard to meet the requirements, using her magic dildo whenever she could.

It was whilst she was practicing with her enchanted toy that Snow wandered into her room and lost her innocence.

Red lay on her bed, frantically ramming the huge ebony phallus deep into her cunt, and calling out “Dildo, Dildo, in my hand – who’s the best fuck in all the land?”

“OH MY RED ROSE! YOU ARE THE BEST” called out the magic dildo as it buzzed and writhed around inside her cunt as if it were alive “YOUR CUNT IS BETTER THAN ALL THE REST!”

Snow White asked her sister how she could help relieve her suffering, and Red had to explain to the naïve eighteen year old the pleasures of clitoral stimulation, the need for a man’s loving embrace, and just how great a big cock feels.

It was all new and confusing to Snow, but being innocent and not knowing any better, embarked on a quest to complete her sexual education – with help from the castle guards, who were all too willing to oblige.

For such a novice, Snow White proved to be a most gifted student, and it was not long before every guard in the palace bore a permanent smile and a spent cock.

Hoping to be ready to please King Rod at the New Year’s ball, Red made her magic dildo expand it’s length and girth to almost equine proportions and as she took it deep inside her wet quim, crooned “Dildo, Dildo, in my Hand, who is the best fuck in all the land?”

The dildo replied “Without a doubt, your cunt is the deepest, but Snow White’s blow jobs are the sweetest.”

Red almost bit off the cock of the guard she was sucking off when she heard this.

“WHAT! Is this true?”

“well she has got really good at it the past couple of weeks” said the guard, tears in his eyes.

“No wonder none of you have been performing as well lately.” She muttered, and vowed to do something about the situation.

Red Rose was not a particularly nice person, and was very ambitious, so had no qualms about killing anybody who stood in her way – however, Snow was her half sister, so out of respect and love of family, hired someone else to do the job for her.

Promising the biggest and most ruthless guard a bag of rubies, and a night of sex he would remember for the rest of his life, she ordered him to lure Snow out into the forest, rape and murder her, then bring back her tits as proof of the deed.

However, he found it impossible to rape the girl, as she was all too willing to let him fuck her as roughly as he wished, and then absolutely insisted on giving him the most amazing blow job he had ever had.

Such was the look of innocent gratitude on her face as she tenderly licked the last drops of cum from his cock, that his heart melted, and he could not bring himself to harm the girl.

Instead, he warned her of her wicked sister’s wrath, and told her to run and hide, whilst he sliced off the teats of a sow to present to the scarlet harlot. Never having looked real close at her sister’s tits, Red didn’t really notice the difference as she slung the porcine boobies out for the dogs to chew on.

Snow White ran through the forest, deep into the foothills where nobody dared go, pausing only to give a little relief to the odd wolf now and again.

Eventually, tired and lost, she came upon a small winding path that led to small cottage at the foot of the mountain. Realising that so deep in the forest, this would be a good hideout, she peered through the window to see a bunch of around seven Dwarves sitting at a table.

By now, Snow was very hungry too, so she knocked on their door and begged to be given shelter and a bite to eat.

The chief of the Dwarves looked at her doubtfully, not sure what to make of her.

“Please give me a little of your soup and shelter for the night. I’ll be EVER So grateful.” She said in her most innocent voice. “I’ll do absolutely anything for you.” She implored.

“Okay” said the chief, “but we’ll have to have Doc check you out first.”

Doc, who was obviously the medic of the troupe gave her a thorough examination whilst she slept (she fell asleep almost before she hit the bed)., spreading her legs wide and inserting an icy cold speculum inside her pussy, then swabbing it with a special stick before announcing to the rest of the Dwarves “Yup, no doubt about it boys – she’s definitely a female.”

Being well bred and polite Dwarves, they did not ravish the girl as she slept, satisfying themselves with merely stripping her naked and then wanking over her milky white body.

Snow White awoke refreshed the next morning, and begged the seven Dwarves to let her suck them off before they left for work, and promised she would cook their supper if they agreed to fuck her when they got home again.

The Dwarves agreed quite readily, and all limped off to the mines with painful hard-ons bulging in their pants.

The eager Dwarves decided they had mined enough copper by sunset, so agreed to knock off work early that day, and every last one of them had blue balls by the time they got home to Snow White.

Snowy was delighted that the wonderful little men were willing to show her their gratitude by fucking her brains out before they even tasted the stew she had cooked them, and squealed with pleasure as the Chief Dwarf pulled down her knickers and plunged his cock inside her pussy almost as soon as he was through the door.

Though only four foot tall, the Dwarves were well hung and hard as iron. It was not long before they were piling on top of her. One Dwarf had his cock deep in her throat, whilst one more had his eight inch member up to his balls in her asshole, and not one, but two Dwarves were burying their nobbly cocks in her pussy.

As soon as one Dwarf shot his load inside her, another would replace him, ensuring that Snow White was filled like she had never been filled before.

Eventually the Dwarves wore themselves out, and as they lay piled up on the huge bed, Snow gazed lovingly at their glorious cocks as she tried to milk more cum from them with her hands.

“oooh you lovely men, how can I ever repay you for your kindness?” she asked

“Err, stay another night?” the leader suggested.

And she did. And another night. In fact Snow White stayed with the seven dwarfs for as long as she wanted, and every day she swept their house and washed their pots as a reward for the long hard fucking they gave her every night.

But as the Yule Ball drew nearer, Rose Red felt she needed to make sure she was once again the best fuck, and after wearing out her five lovers began to frantically bring herself to orgasm with her enchanted dildo as she chanted “Dildo, dildo, in my hand; who has the best cunt in all the land?”

And the dildo replied “Your coital skills are quite a sight, but Snow White has seven up every night.”

As Red’s sphincter tightened in anger she crushed the eight inch member that was buggering her at the time, and the poor man’s screams could be heard two miles away.

An hour later she was questioning the guard she had charged with killing Snow White.

“So tell me honestly. What did you do with Snow White?” she asked him.

“I raped her, then run her through with my sword” he lied in a high pitched voice as he looked at her upside down body.

“Now that is not entirely the truth is it?” Red started to spin him round. This gave him much discomfort, being as he was hanging upside down by the piano wire that was wrapped tightly round his cock and balls.

“EEEEEEghk! I let her go, I’m so sorry, I just couldn’t kill her, please forgive me mistress” he cried. I mean literally he cried, you’ve never seen so many tears.

“I see” she said calmly, “thankyou for being honest with me – eventually” and with that she punched him hard in the stomach, shattering the expensive glass vase she had earlier inserted deep into his rectum for safe keeping.

Using her magic dildo as a divining rod to guide her to Snow White, Rose set off into the forest to get her revenge.

By the time she reached the little cottage it was daybreak, and Snow white was kissing each of the dwarfs goodbye as they went off to work in the mines.

Rose put on a cunning disguise as an old pedlar woman and knocked on the door.

“I’m not supposed to let anybody in” called out Snow White.

“Oh it’s all right” Rose said, disguising her voice. “I’m the local Dildo representative – the Dwarfs asked me to drop by”

Snow White naively let the old crone in, and asked to see what dildos she had for sale.

“Try this one for size” she said, as she rammed her magic dildo deep into Snow White’s shaven quim.

“Oooh” said Snow, “it ‘s buzzing inside me – that’s nice”

Rose spoke the magic power words that made the dildo’s end swell to the size of a water melon, and buzz so powerfully that Snow’s vaginal muscles clamped tightly around its base, and her whole nervous system was instantly paralysed.

“Now who’s got the best fuckin’ cunt” she snarled as she stormed off.

When the Dwarfs came back home they found Snow White frozen solid with her ass in the air, and a frightful grin on her face. Assuming she was dead, and that her rictus was rigor mortis, they went into morning, and lay her out in state.

Well, actually, they couldn’t straighten her out, so she was more kneeling in state.

As they were sobbing and wailing, a passing traveller happened to hear them, and by a staggering coincidence it was none other than King Rod himself, who had gone hunting in the forest and got lost.

As stated earlier, he was the horniest man in the land, and after being alone for more than six hours without a shag was absolutely gagging for it.

When he saw Snow White, with her ass bared to the world, he just had to have it at any cost.

Not caring that the poor girl was deceased, he paid the Dwarfs enough gems to make them forget their grief, and without missing a beat he tore off his pants and sank his hard ten inch cock deep into Snow White’s tight asshole.

Such was the great force of his thrust, that his huge cockhead pushed the magic dildo clean out of Snow White’s pussy with a loud pop.

“Fuck!” exclaimed the dildo as it flew into some bushes, and immediately teleported back to it’s owner.

Rose Red was so surprised to see the damned thing she just yelled “Bugger me!” and the dildo took her quite literally.

Before she realised what she had said, the magic dildo was buried deep in her bowel – still buzzing, and still as big as a water melon.

Of course, once the magic dildo was out of Snow White, she was back to normal and was soon proving to King Rod that she indeed had the best cunt in all the land, and very soon they were married.

Oh, and he hired all the Dwarfs as court jesters because as horny and well hung as he was, even he couldn’t satisfy Snow White without a bit of help.

The Hat Man

I don't know who or what the Hat Man really is, only that he is real.

The Hat Man is an Urban Legend, a shadowy figure who is often only seen fleetingly, and has a tendency to hang around hospitals and death beds. Some say he is a harbinger of doom, a sort of Banshee type spirit.

I saw him many many years ago when I was a sick child back in the 1960s. I was very ill with a fever, and my mother was so worried she left me alone whilst she went to a neighbour's house to use their phone to call for an emergency doctor (we had no telephone.) I think I was about seven or eight at the time.

Whilst she was gone, My bedroom door opened and a man walked in. He did not switch the light on, but I could see by the light that flooded in from the landing, and I assumed him to be the doctor. Although he didnt look quite like my regular doctor – he was tall and thin, whereas my doctor was short and dumpy, but he did carry a leather bag just like my doctor's, and he wore the same sort of coat. I believe it's called an Inverness coat.

My regular doctor often wore a rather old fashioned heavy black coat that had a sort of short cape covering the shoulders – a bit like the sort you see in Victorian dramas. The figure in my room wore one like that, and I had the idea that is what doctors wear. His hat was different though – my doctor wore a trilby, but this man had a wider brimmed hat. I'm not sure if the hat cast a shadow over his face, or whether the room was just too dark, but I don’t recall seeing his face at all. In retrospect, this is a bit wrong, because he went to the foot of my bed, facing me, so the light from the doorway should have lit up his face.

Then he did something odd. He effortlessly grabbed the end of my bed, and lifted it up a few feet, so my legs and feet were at about 30 degrees, making the blood rush to my head. I felt very giddy and light headed, and just a little bit nauseous for a moment. Then he lowered the end of the bed, and left without giving me an examination or even taking my temperature. I was very puzzled by his behaviour, so when my mother came upstairs to check on me I asked her what the doctor had said.

My mother told me that the doctor hadn't arrived yet, and was on his way. When I insisted that a doctor had been in my room and had tilted my bed up, she said that I was delirious and probably hallucinating because I had a fever.

I accepted that, because my head certainly was feeling strange, and I thought no more of it; but I never forgot the experience, and for many years after that whenever I was sick in bed with a fever or flu, I would get the sensation that my bed was floating and tilting up, raising my feet until I was giddy and passed out.

Then recently, whilst surfing the net, I accidentally stumbled upon the legend of the Hat Man. Other people have witnessed this phantom, and describe the same figure. He has been seen by nurses haunting hospital wards, been seen standing at the foot of beds, and though the descriptions sometimes vary slightly, there seems to be a startling similarity.

So have any of my readers seen the Hat Man?

Rules are there to be broken.

Just lately i've been writing a rather long erotic  story (on its way to becoming a novella) but after 13 chapters it has suddenly dawned on me that the protagonist is a bit of a Mary-Sue.  so far he does not seem to display any faults, and has not even considered doing anything devious or underhanded.

Partly my fault - I am writing it in first person, and i tend to be a bit of a nice guy.

However, it is generally considered to be a sign of bad writing to make the protagonist too virtuous or too clever, and successful writers don't do it.

Really?  what about Harry Potter?  we have an orphan who was brought up badly by selfish greedy people who never showed him any affection, and has never known friendship.  so what happens as soon as he finds out that he is a special person with special powers?  he uses them wisely, quickly makes friends with the least  important students, and is a paragon of wisdom, self restraint, and virtue.  as if.

And yet the books are enormously popular.  as is Lord of the Rings (Frodo's humility, bravery, and self sacrifice is just downright annoying), and just about any of Roald Dahls leading characters.  In fact, most children's characters have an annoying habit of being kind, considerate, clever, and courageous, with very few exceptions.

The argument is that heroes in childrens' books are meant to be an example, but is it really necessary?  One of my favorites from childhood was the Just William stories by Richmal Crompton - a rascally scamp who was constantly getting into trouble.

The fact is, giving a character flaws can be a very tricky business, and if you arent careful you completely lose the sympathy of the reader. the fact is, to engage the reader, the main protagonist has to have something that makes the reader want to put himself in their shoes.  the reader needs to be able to identify with them.   as most of us like to believe that we are basically good people, a negative character is not likely to be all that popular.

That's not to say it cant be done.  many writers have  created characters that are deeply flawed, and yet still manage to get the sympathy of the reader - though usually only in comedies.   examples that spring to mind are the characters created by Tom Sharp, Douglas Adams, or Terry Pratchett.

But even serious fiction can get away with flawed heroes.  The Eternal Champions of Moorcocks' universe, or even the famous Sherlock Holmes.  Yes, at first glance Holmes does seem like a classic Mary-Sue - he is incorruptible, all knowing, never wrong.  but he is also a psychological misfit - a social failure, a drug addict, and obsessive compulsive.

The most important flaw that is frequently overlooked is selfishness.   Most of us don't like to think of ourselves as selfish, and we abhor that quality in others - but if we are honest with ourselves, we would have to admit that at the very core of ourselves, we are essentially selfish.  and those that try to deny it the most are often the most selfish.

So why do we omit selfish actions and motives from our fictional creations?  Maybe because we are so determined to justify our own motives.

The next character you create - make them as witty, clever, resourceful, brave, and kind hearted as you like - but every now and then show their motives as being ultimately self serving.  Oh - and just occasionally allow them to be wrong.  Nobody is right all the time, and we all hate people who seem to be.

Erolit News

Just lately I have been taking  a large role in a RolePlay sim, and I've been playing characters as well as crafting storylines for it.

I am talking about Gaslight Extreme - and in particular Elysian Island.  The owner had an interesting idea for entertaining members - putting on plays.   These are sort of halfway between theatre and roleplay - we create a basic plot and story, but the actors mostly make up their own lines.

It's an evolving concept, and we are still discussing to what extent the audience can participate.  We try to encourage audience participation, but that cannot always be practical.  What for instance, occurs if a character is secretly meeting with a co-conspirator?  It is part of the play, so the audience needs to see it, but  what if someone in the audience feels it is their duty to inform other characters what is going on behind their back?  what if the audience want to intervene?  that is unrealistic and throws the whole plot out the window.

Basically, we are trying to create a whole new form of roleplay experience - complex plots with deep storylines that raise the art of RP to a new level.

There are still many problems and obstacles - availability of personnel not being the least.

A New Chapter

Myrddin's Emporium has entered a new chapter in the wake of Sensual StoneWorks closure.

Unlike many of the well established businesses in SL that have recently closed, SSW still exists - but without a sim.  the group is still active, and Merry has opened a store at the Showcase area of Supreme Beast.  Anyone who bought SSW statues more than a year ago and hasnt had them upgraded yet can get a free repair kit from MarketPlace.  As many people are still discovering, Linden Labs goofed by making an lsl command obsolete - which suddenly meant thousands of scripts no longer worked - something Merry and Minx fixed straight away, but there was no way of contacting all the former purchasers.

SSW still has a stall at Yggdrassil, and Grendels Children  also has a new store at Yggdrassil - just behind Orochi and round the corner from my new store.  Actually there are two Myrddin's Emporium stalls at Yggdrassil at the moment.  feel free to play on the Baphomet statue.

I also have a very well positioned shop at the new sim for BFA - very close to the camp fire, so a nice posoition there.  the new BFA sim is better than the old place, and incidentally  has a lot of SSW statues in it..

I also have a stall at Lots of Fun, and another at Supreme Beast, so i'm becoming a bit more ubiquitous.  As I have more Adult rated stores, I have started to display the SSW associate venders that Merry gave me, so you can buy a lot of their products from my shops too.

Other news is i have just finished a new product - something that is generating quite a bit of excitement, and getting a lot of laughs.    What can be funnier than a barrel of monkeys?   Well how about a barrel of horny monkeys?

I am also working on a few more projects that are almost done, so stay tuned.