| So, since I can already paste some plastic face onto my profile pic while I chat, now I can create a plastic figure. Delightful, since my new avatar looks nowhere close to me, I can't change his facial structure beyond a sterotype, and the hair looks solid enough to be a granite statue. Unfortunately, I even lack detail beyond what can aptly be described as a sculptor's failure. Even beyond the overlookable, I have little to no choice to what I can clad myself with. Long shorts; at least I can't accidentally select "short" shorts. However, for some reason, my pants don't go to my ankles; instead, I'm reduced to what is labeled "homie pants". Aparently the black gangster is the only established person to wear long pants. Ridiculous. Even more so is the shirt variety I get to wear. So, I can choose T-shirts with horrible colors and designs, without even customizing them? Why, thank you for making me yet more anonymous, behind generic reproductions and imitations of life. This camouflage is just what I need to escape the ridicule of my friends! And then I have the option to lounge at the classily named "Le Clubbe", or shop and customize my homepage. Conveniently and premonitionally placed is some obvious intellectual pondering some global situation. Oops, no, its some pink sweats clad ditz thats administrating a feeble gesture of decision towards what you could do. In a desperate attempt towards individualism, I tried out the *shudder* shopping catalogue. First off, I should shake off that insulting skull of mine. Lo and behold what should greet me but Spawn and metallic teeth. Should I choose to, I could acquire a completely featureless face, or some....orchid makeup? Yeah, just thinking the only accessory I ever need is a good sword. Ethan comes back tonight, with jetlag, beer breath, and the loss of a room. Hope its not mine. IMVU - The World's Greatest 3D Chat |
