A man, somewhere in the world decides one day to create an avatar in the virtual world of Second Life. He decide his virtual doll is wearing glasses and long red hair and will dance the same dance on every spot it appears. He decide to name his doll Bavid Dailey. The man (or woman or transgender) behind this doll likes music and he starts to visit with his doll virtual events advertised as music gigs. On that gig another man (or woman or transgender) with an invented doll is pretending to be musician. Mostly recognisable as a doll standing on a virtual stage pretending to play an instrument that looks like a keyboard, a DJ set or with a guitar around their virtual neck. The RL man (or woman or transgender), somewhere in the world performs the music at home or in a studio, and streams this to his/hers/its virtual hand puppet and creates some kind of scene. This scene is a not to define as other avatars from all over the world can contribute to the scene at will, some appear like a rabbit with goggles, Bavid is swirling his red long hair in endless loops in front of the viewer or SaveMe Oh, Cherry Manga or Venus Adored appear and wear some attachments or fart some particles, all according to their own judgement in what to contribute. Other RL people prefer to spend hundreds of dollars to dress their virtual dolls up with fancy mesh heads, exclusive virtual hair or the best bouncing virtual tits they can find. Some might find time to listen to the music, others are busy to take pictures for their Facebook accounts in were they continue to pretend they are real persons. By tagging each other as much as possible this becomes a real feeling of existence.
A woman, somewhere in Denmark decides one day to create an avatar in the virtual world of Second Life. She decide her virtual doll must have Asian looks, glasses and the doll has to role play as an artist, she decide to name her doll Betty Ai Tureaud. The wannabe artist doll try to become known as the creator of the cube in pastel yellow, pink or green, the sphere in pastel yellow, pink or green or the pyramid in pastel yellow, pink or green and calls that immersive as the spectator is expected to drive his/her/its virtual doll through the pastel landscape.
The RL woman (or man or transgender), somewhere in Denmark, demands a virtual role playing code for her audience. They shall sit on her dolls poseballs, they shall look at her virtual dolls art and they shall adapt to the dolls pastel scenery. When someone doesn’t follow these orders the RL woman try to demonise not cooperating virtual characters or their RL drivers, thinking she can correct the unwanted behaviour by public exposure like the good old witchhunt.
When the RL woman (or man or transgender), somewhere in Denmark, realises there is hardly a virtual audience for her dolls variations on the pastel yellow, pink or green cubes, spheres and pyramids she decide for a career switch for her doll. From now on the doll is a DJ, named Betty Boo, but the virtual role playing code stays unchanged, shut up and admire the RL woman (or man or transgender), somewhere in Denmark, choice of favourite music which she has in her Spotify playlist.
A man, (or woman or transgender) somewhere in the Netherlands has a performance. The people of the audience buy a ticket, enter the theatre, have a coffee and then search for their chair. Lights go out, the performance begins, the immersive story unfolds in front of them, they applaud, have a drink after the performance and go home.
A man, (or woman or transgender) somewhere in the Netherlands decides one day to create a serie of avatars in the virtual world of Second Life. He creates a girl with Asian looks, he creates her old father, his girlfriend and invents a story for them, She is going to be a virtual work of art, using all tools available to achieve that goal, not hold back by RL common codes or virtual role playing codes. And a star is born! (depending on internet speed, backup space and common acceptation)
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