Starting a second life

Over the holiday break I started playing with a new computer game I'd read about online: Second Life. Although I haven't found anyone's model of the Black Sun in-world yet, I have to believe it's there somewhere. There are a fair number of Snow Crash readers. The game's creators, Linden Labs, acknowledge the influence of Stephenson's novel by allotting some related in-world names: Protagonist, Raven, Radiks. :-)

Here's my avatar in my just-acquired apartment, at the TigerTor Apartments for the Landless. I'm holding off on acquiring a permanent abode in Second Life, mostly because I have homework to do.

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