In the meantime, we thought we'd post a little blurb Thanos wrote about what its like being the male portion of our team, new to both SL and hunting when we dragged him into this whole blog thing. We will be back on the 19th, hope to see you all then!
~Tessira, Shadowed, and Thanos
ON HUNTING AS A MALE IN SL
ON HUNTING AS A MALE IN SL
My name is Thanos Darkfury and I am a hunter. I have never shot at an animal, I don’t want to sleep in the woods, get up at dawn or dress in camouflage, my particular brand of hunting is looking for gifts that are sprinkled throughout Second Life. Many hunts have stuff for men, or unisex items, but I even do hunts that I know are going to be items that I am going to throw away. Maybe the thrill of the find stems from some childhood easter egg triumph, or some three dimensional where’s Waldo fascination. I don't know, the fact is I’m hooked.
I get to fuel my hunting fascination in the company of two very lovely women, and we have a blast doing it. The jokes fly all night long, or at least until I start to snore. It’s not just the hunting either. The teamwork, the group striving towards a goal of excellence and journalistic integrity, and the feeling of community are all part of the experience.
The unpacking and modeling for the blog is a big part of it too, and just as fun in its own right. Once I started getting in the pictures, the laughter gained a new dimension. Wearing silly clothes, flying cat planes, and the occasional WTF is that thing supposed to do/be all are a part of the recipe for hilarity. I learned early on not to get too vocal about it when I accidentally put on a dress or girlish hairdo, lest the eyes of the duo of huntresses shift from adjusting their own outfits to comment on what I am doing. Worst of all Shadowed is lightning quick with the camera, and has caught me in quite a few less than flattering situations.
Tess and Shadowed can both find a golf ball in a blizzard, but I manage to pull a rabbit out of my hat on occasion too. We work as a team, but there is always a little bit of competition to it as well. I’m just saying when I find the right store, and avoid the OOOOOH shiny moments I do all right. In the end though, throughout the hunt we all pat each other on the back and say good job on the hard finds, and slap ourselves on the foreheads going “how could I have missed that” or “how could they have done that” when a store gets sneaky.
The point is the thrill of the hunt is the draw, so I beat my SL chest in testosterone fueled neanderthalesque glee and shout “I am hunter, hear me ROAR”. I can hear the giggles from my partners in crime now. It’s hard to pull off a line like that wearing my traditional hunting outfit
(editors note - Be careful when taunting a male to wear something 'silly' like a bright pink thong. He might just do it and somehow look dang good doing so!)