Happenings in Caledon

For my dear readers who live in the real world, a bit of background. For almost 8 months now I have found my home in Second Life to be the Independant State of Caledon. Caledon is a collection of Sims that is themed 19th Century Victorian Steampunk.

To raise money for the Relay For Life Charity, we are staging a "war" with another community known as Neualtenburg. Stuff like uniform sales, weapon sales, and our comissions (in fine victorian tradition, we BUY our rank) all go towards the cancer charity. The real war we are fighting is against Cancer.

This weekend there was a Reconcilliation Ball between Caledon and Neualtenburg, which was interrupted with dramatic effect.

See Exhibit A:

(You can spot me about 4 times. I am the handsome avatar with a blue ponytail wearing a kilt)

The Villian of the peice on Mr. Hotspur O'Toole has implicated me in the shenanigans. To quote from an Intercepted Dispatch:


Had a few words with the Duchesses-- they were threatening dire consequences to your humble servant. At this point I had to execute the malicious code worm for Carntaigh or that would have been the end of things right then and there. Again, as predicted, the code bomb did exactly as Agent Wurmser predicted. Estate controls crashed within seconds. Well worth the money you invested in the Code Poet's skills, sir!


Along with this spreading capricious rumors that I had a dealing with the bad guys, and they BOUGHT my services. So I have been forced to file the following affidavit:

In a recently intercepted dispatch from the Traitor O'Toole over the events
at the reconcilliation ball, to my horror I have found myself implicated in 
a part of what happened that night.

To quote from the dispatch:

"Had a few words with the Duchesses-- they were threatening dire 
consequences to your humble servant. At this point I had to execute the 
malicious code worm for Carntaigh or that would have been the end of things 
right then and there. Again, as predicted, the code bomb did exactly as 
Agent Wurmser predicted. Estate controls crashed within seconds. Well worth 
the money you invested in the Code Poet's skills, sir!"


First I must protest that I am not an member of any Agency, as O'Toole 
doesn't even know how to spell my name correctly.  But I must admit, with a 
heavy heart that the codebomb is indeed my work.


I was approached by Col. O'Toole then in good standing with the Caledon 
Militia, and a state of war existing between Caledon and Neualtenburg, with 
no news of reconciliation on the horizon.  The code bomb was to be used as a
 weapon against Neualtenburg, and I was assured to be used only in the 
direst of circumstances.


That it was used against Her Graces of Carntaigh and Loch Avie has caused me
 to lose much sleep, seeing my creation used against those I am well known 
to serve wholeheartedly. 


As to the second accusation against my good name, I took no money in the 
creation of this weapon.  As I had thought I was serving my nation as a 
patriot, I donated the code, as I do all Code Poetry for free.  I did not 
profit this in any way.  Those of you who have used my services for the 
betterment of Caledon know this about me.


As a pennance (though I fear it may be too late) I am trying to construct a 
codeshelter that will will make future uses of the codebomb inefficient.   
It may be an impossible task, because of the fine craftsmanship of the 
original codebomb but I will at least put my sleepless nights to some use.


Signed,


Colour Sgt. ZenMondo Wormser, CodePoet.

Hopefully these rumors will soon be put to rest.