So I was a little bit nervous about trying out second life and with good reason. I am a failure in my second life. Here is the sad story.
I created my avatar (really, they could give you more choices of avatars). I was quite perturbed to arrive on the Island to find that there were no less than four people exactly the same as me; I mean total clones. I was trying to adjust when I was accosted by someone called "My Brazilian"... great.... then a weirdo in a cape wanted to be my friend. Not a very encouraging start.
I couldn't figure out how to change my clothes, which was really annoying me. People kept flying in and out, which was unnerving and distracting and not helping me to figure out my wardrobe dilema. I asked if anyone knew how to change clothes. They answered me in Spanish. I asked for help
in English.
Finally, a nice woman in thigh high boots and a belly top (Felicity) told me she was the help desk. This was a far cry from the uniforms at the travel desk at AAA, but what the heck, I needed new clothes, didn't I? So, off we went to a private chat, in which she set me up with some new duds -- all of which looked like they came from the set of a 70s TV show. But at least I was not dressed like everyone else.
Unfortunately this process took nearly an hour. Meanwhile, I used the time to figure out how to move around in this world. Finally Felicity told me to trasport some free clothes from what I thought was a website. It didn't work, so I told her this. Next thing I knew, Felicity was not happy and she told me to "get off the island." Seriously. Not that I blame her, by this point she had been helping me for an hour and I was still only half dressed. Well, I was dressed, it was just that nothing really matched or anything, I looked pathetic and I was obviously incapable of helping myself.
Next thing I knew there was a message on the right hand side of my screen telling me that Felicity wanted to transport me somewhere. Sounded interesting, so I clicked ok. When I ended up in a warehouse district, I started to think my safety might be in jeopardy and maybe it wasn't a good idea to piss Felicity off. But everything was fine and Felicity said that this was the place where you could get the clothes. Of course, I walked into the place and totally could not figure out how you are supposed to get clothes from the boxes. Felicity had disappeared, probably to help some other loser. So I left the warehouse, still dressed like a loser and quit the game.
Really, if second life is this frustrating, I will just stick with my first life, which is plenty frustrating on its own. Although I have to admit, with time, it did seem like it could be a little bit fun...
Here's an update ... I went back and there must have been some kind of problem with the software when I was playing the first time. The warehouse was full of items this time and it was easy to figure out how to purchase them. When you clicked on them, they immediately populated your inventory and I was finally able to get some jeans. I didn't change the top though. It still screams Starsky and Hutch.
Here is a screenshot of my second life character, Casey Blaisdale (??) in Free Dungeon shopping