The Flight 93 Memorial Show, And Other September 11 Events

As America goes through a Pandemic that has killed thousands, on September 11 it looked back at another historic crisis nineteen years ago when the country suffered it's deadliest terrorist attack.  There were events large and small across Second Life. A small one was held at the Happy Vixen, a Patriot Day tribute, the night before on September 10. People were reminded about the Homes For Our Troops kiosk, and over a thousand Linden dollars went into it that night.

On September 11 itself, there was a show at the Bob Hope Theater at 6PM SL time.

Including the performers, over 80 people were packed into the sim.

The show got a standing ovation.

 On Saturday September 12 was a double event at the Flight 93 Memorial at the same sim.

 At 4 PM, JustinElias Anatara would sing live over the radio stream.

At 5PM, people got away from the tower.

And the light show would start.

It was quite an impressive light show, and a reminder than even in times of darkness, light will soon be around to show the way.

Bixyl Shuftan

Scenes From The Smash Party

Saturday September 12 had a few events. One was the "Smash Party" by the Titmouse animation studio.

Expect the unexpected at the Titmouse Smash Party ... Anything can (and probably will) happen at this virtual world gathering where participants are invited to smash, bash and crash one of the hottest parties of the year held by independent award-winning animation production company Titmouse

The SURL given out for the event was in "Smash Portal A." Heading there, there were a few people guiding those interested along. Among them ironically enough was Squeaky Mole. Leave it to Linden Lab to assign a mouse for a "Titmouse" event.

We were to go through a screen/portal to go to the party.

Or rather, one of the parties. There were a LOT of sims Linden Lab had set up for party areas in case the event attracted a ton of interest. I ended up in number 23.

Going through, I ended up in a building.

 Looking around, there were a few things in the building.

This was probably a display of an animator at work.

I continued to look around, stepping outside. And there was the cage in the distance.

 There were a few food trucks one could pick up a snack.

This was probably the Titmouse mascot Mr. Chirps.

The sense of humor showed, though not sure if this really came from the studio of was someone being funny.

The entrance, and exit, of the cage.

Those entering were given a weapon at random.

Sometimes it was a battleaxe, sometimes a baseball bat, sometimes a sledgehammer, sometimes a squeaky hammer. There was also one spikey thing I couldn't identify.

And once in, people were free to swing away. Toilets would shatter as water went up in a geyser.

Computer screens and televisions would implode, then shatter. Stacks of red solo cups would go all over the place.

Pinatas would shatter into candy and heads. Pallets would break apart. Vases would crack into many pieces.

 In real life, items would have to be replaced after every session.

But here, the destroyed pieces would vanish after about a minute, and the item would respawn. Amd the carnage would continue.

At times, the place would get thick with dust in the air.

 Person after person wrecked scenes of therapeutic destruction.

Yours truly never swung a hammer, prefering to document what went on.

The Smash Party would go on for a few hours, but I was around only for one half hour of it. Perhaps Titmouse will hold another one here next year.

Bixyl Shuftan