you know you might be on to something when you start to get some uninvited attention.
this is the very first thing i thought when Rev Magdalen, my business partner & co-founder of intraNU Corp, chatted me the message that our sim seemed to have been attacked by griefers (Second Life trolls). sure i was aggravated, but this feeling paled in comparison to the certain knowledge that someone, somewhere, had noticed us and felt threatened enough to attempt hostility or vandalism.
the area of our sim which had been targeted was a virtual representation of Evin Prison. for decades the RL prison has been a symbol of injustice, tyranny & brutality. we have taken this symbolic place & made it the cornerstone of our SL presence supporting the Iranian struggle for democracy. outside the RL Evin, families of detainees risk arrest or further violence and gather daily to show support & share information. outside of Virtual Evin, in solidarity, we do the same. inside and outside Virtual Evin one will find numerous ways to learn more about Iran’s efforts to remove oppression, information regarding prisoners of conscience & ways you can help.
we did have some security measures in place, and thankfully – barring a few things having been returned to inventory – no actual harm was done. a relatively simple method was used to return the land back to its original shape; Virtual Evin was still there, nestled inside the mountain. so i guess it wasn’t a serious griefing. but i’m not greedy. i’ll be satisfied knowing we are causing a stir. in any event, the sim was back to normal and as good as ever in no time.
we are thinking of hiring a small staff – not security mind you. the griefing appears to have been an isolated incident, and quite minor. but it would be nice to have some knowledgeable greeters or guides. a fundraising post will be forthcoming explaining how you can help keep Entre Nous friendly and informative.
as i mentioned, this wasn’t a sophisticated attempt at griefing, but i am very heartened to note we have gained the attention of more than a handful of do-gooders. and i cannot help but ask myself, “why?”
Sephir0t McMahn ‘s eyes darken as he smiles a smile of satisfied grief.