my dear Koco

ohh boy

may the priest kings never allow us to set foot in Gor together, all earth will break loose.

just saying....

ya know

The night before Christmas (Gorean version)

The night before Christmas 

Twas the night before Christmas, and Gor was so slow,
Not a pixel was active, just a few lame AO's.
The badasses furred their FC's in the hay,
With everyone else in IM's marked away.

The slave girls were nestled all snug in their kennels,
Save the one OOC drama queen going mental.
And I on my poseball, arms wrapped round my lady,
About to create an in character baby.

When out on the docks there arose such a ruckus,
I was sure that some huge group was coming to fuck us.
I ran to the wall, the lag dripped like molasses,
I blew the raid horn, 'Now get off your dead asses!"

Some raiders are coming!  Some scurrilous bastards!
Let's get in position or it will be a disaster!
The commander just laughed.  "I know you want to pewpew,
But cam down to the docks, it's just a fat little dude!"

He's wearing a red suit, he's ancient and portly,
He's a bearded old sot, or a gluttonous Torvy. 
Just look at that rig, and those healthy tabuk!
We should ambush him there, and pillage his loot! 

But no sooner had those bold words passed from his lips,
Than the fat little man disembarked from the ship.
He grinned as he settled his butt in a sleigh,
And motioned his minions to take him away.

He rose with the wind, wicked gleam in his eye,
Then readied his weapons as his sleigh cruised the sky.
"Come Dancer, come Dasher, fly swift, straight and narrow!"
Why the senile old coot, he had names for his arrows!

His darts pelted on down like a harsh acid rain,
One in line with the next, like the cars on a train.
And before we could rise up to fend off this odd trouble,
We found ourselves fallen, encased by the bubble.  

Then he landed his craft in the midst of the fort,
With a loud belly laugh and just a hint of a snort. 
"You fools need to work at the fine art of war!" 
He pulled out some ropes "Are you really of Gor?"

He tied us off quickly, and with captivity looming,
Our commander grew angry, his face was just fuming.
"You attacked without reason, you attacked with pure malice!
I'm afraid that your actions are all quite invalid."

"Your prowess with weapons is truly misleading,
You broke all our rules, you clearly were cheating!"
"We don't allow aimbots, enhancements or tarns.
Your dress and behavior is great cause for alarm!"

He guffawed like a madman and poked with his boot.
"Shut up you dumb bastard, and give me your loot.
I addressed your concerns before I ever came in,
When I bribed all the mods and then purchased the sim."

He lined up the women, and then hogtied the men.
"You've seen me before, and you'll see me again." 
My name is St. Nick and I've come for some nookie.
I grow ever weary of the same milk and cookies!"

He regarded the women as though at a buffet,
Took the commander's FC as the perfect entree.
She protested and squirmed, but he stashed her inside
"Now get ready my pretty for an awesome sleigh ride!" 

He grinned as he planted his flag at the dock,
Rescues in one hour, so start watching the clock. 
Then he rose is his sleigh and vanished into the night.
"A merry Christmas to all... and to all a good fight!"

(copyright)   Martyr Magnifico

**this is hilarious!!** love it
I acquired permission from the owner to post here :) and permission granted

From Whispering Moons
Cielo!

My view on Gorean Roleplay & Masters in SL

I did some role playing as a Gorean slave for a bit but in all honesty it was too hard!  I didn't mind learning certain things but it seemed that everyone in Second Life make their own rules as they go along and at times I didn't know which way to go.

Learning to serve was the most hideous part, writing all those emotes killed me and when you meet some of the slaves that are really into what they do it can make anyone look like you need some serious training.  I write the way I would do things in RL, I am not so great with the emotes and really had to put an extra effort specially when there were people around I would turn into pure shit.  I am not shy yet in SL depending where I am at and who I am with I get quiet and nervous, why? beats the hell out of me! I do feel comfortable when Master is around, able to express myself and  don't mess up as much.

In Second Life Gor and BDSM rule but you have to be really careful with some of the people you meet.  At the Gor HUB you meet tons of Masters looking for slaves to collar and slaves looking to be collared which is something I still can't quite grasp.  A relationship between an Owner and his slave should be special, unique, a bond like no other.  I have met some Masters who have a shit load of slaves and they are extremely unhappy, tons of drama, they are slave collectors, they thrive in saying that they have all this girls at their feet and get a kick out of mistreating them not doing what they are suppose to do...

"It is one thing to own a woman, and it is another to have her within the bonds of an excellent mastery."
Page 465 - Magicians of Gor

Some should read the books and get a bit educated if this is the road they really want to take, just because they call themselves Master does not mean that they really are.

Other things that really was a downer is the name calling...eeeek, didn't enjoy it at all, but I guess is the Gorean way...

"in the eyes of the Gorean you are an animal.  You have no name in your own right.  You may be collared and leashed.  You may be bought and sold, whipped, treated as the Master pleases, disposed off as he sees fit.  You have no right whatsoever.  Legally you have no more status than a Tarsk or a Vulo.  Legally, Literally, you are an animal"  Page 316 Explorers of Gor

I like the concept of the Gorean lifestyle but there are things that I just can't stand, to all you wanna be Masters get your act straight, don't try to play Master, be one!

"Yes, slaves are property, to be treated as a mere animal, but, how many truly are?  Those slaves who are well trained, are greatly desired, fiercely protected, treasured and even loved.  Many a war has been fought over the recovery of ones slave"


"Swords are often drawn on Gor over women, and particularly over lovely slaves.  Women are prizes, perfections and treasures.  It is not wonder that men fight over them with ferocity.  Wars have been fought to recover a stolen slave"
Page 397, Renegades of Gor

"...the slave girl is not simply someone with whom the man lives; she is very special to him; she is a treasured possession; he owns her; he wants to know her; profoundly and deeply; the background, history, the mind, the intelligence, the appetites, the nature and disposition of his lovely article of property; this knowledge, of course, puts her more at his mercy; by making it possible to manipulate her feelings, exploit weakness, drop asides...she is in the helpless condition of slavery, it give him more power over her"
Page 42, Tribesmen of Gor

I love that last quote, makes me understand my Master so much, his curiosity in knowing every single detail about me is awesome!! I am open with him in every possible way you can think of...he owns me, I submitted, he accepted, which was such an honor for me, I do not wear a collar, but I am branded *grins wide* (in Real Life)

I love him *smiles*