The rise of brutalism in Gor; a slave's perspective.

It seems to me that those who can roleplay do and those who can't kill. And I'm not talking about justified kills here. Death was a large part of Gorean life; it happened every day. However, it seems like killing has become an answer to a lack of an imagination, or to a poor roleplay, or to getting someone you didn't want from a raid.

Killing someone isn't the solution to all but a few roleplays; it's the failure of most. I can't stress this enough. I, personally, have had my character for two and a half years, and have only died two times...both of which happened in the same week, and both were but a month ago. For some solid numbers to get you thinking, SL-Gor has a population of roughly 16,000 people. There is at least one death every hour. Not including peak hours, in which kills spike anywhere from five to fifteen kills an hour, that makes 24 characters dead a day. Not everyone is like me; willing to say the Priest Kings somehow magically revived them. Some people will stop playing Gor. Some people will have to begin entirely new characters. Some people may leave roleplay all together.

There are ways to avoid death in Gor. Do something creative; I have heard of a panther tribe that would dress men up in silks and release them on the outskirts of other panthers' hunting lands, and if they could make it to the other side of the sim and back they were freed. I've read people who would post captives on crosses displayed in the front of their camp for all to see and fondle and grope and...well, etc, etc.

The point of this post is that life was precious to Goreans. They would find a way, ANY way, to avoid killing someone. Please keep this in consideration while you decide the fate of the poor slaveboy you have in your kennels.

~jaem

**Image is the cover art for the book "Assassins of Gor"

Valleri's Introduction!

Hi! My name is Valleri Xue. I'm going to guess that since this is my first blog, that if you're reading this chances are that you're one of my friends from Second Life, but on the off hand chance that you were directed here through one of my tags, I figure I might as well give you an introduction. :)

I was first brought to Gor when a strange blue light popped me from the line at the McDonald's to smack dab in the middle of Lake Ias. I wandered around aimlessly until I was spotted by a recently re-collared kajirus named Jaem. Jaem quickly informed his Mistresses, the Sa Sa'ng Fori taluna tribe, of my presence. Not knowing where I was, confused, and without a weapon of my own, I submitted to the tribe where I served as their kajira for the first month of my stay. While I was in bondage I quickly became friends with the kajirus who first spotted me. He taught me everything I knew about slavery, serving and even dancing.

While I was on my knees the Ens, as well as the talunas, saw that I wasn't made to be a slave and ordered me to construct a bow. For the second Earth month that I was in camp I was taught by my Mistresses how to shoot and, more importantly, how not to be shot. I even, on a rare occasion, went in disguise as a taluna to obtain my Mistresses freedom. My collar was finally removed by Ellia, who at the time was the En Bow. After many failed attempts, she found that I was quick enough with a bow to rise to my feet. She told me to burn my camisk and pray that I never felt the cold steel of a collar again... and I did exactly that, as I stood for the first time since coming to Gor.

I became a bambina (pledge) of the tribe, and I grew to understand the Gorean culture and the subcultures (and a few of the counter cultures) which lived on my new home. I also defended our camp, making a few trades with slavers and even collared my own slave. By the end of June 2010 I had advanced in the tribe as a full taluna. As such, Valleri now works to network and make friends and allies for herself and the tribe. She is also narcoleptic and is on a mission to make bosk burgers and sul fries.

I have a more descriptive backstory, but as most Goreans don't give a flying fuck about Earth we'll just start there, shall we? My role-play goes in a few different directions. I am not a by the book role-player; I believe that my role-play is organic, and fresh. It is a new story in the world of Gor, as I'm not re-inacting any of the "old scrolls" or pretending to be Tarl Cabot's neighbor. However, at the same time a story wouldn't be a story without a solid foundation. I try to make my role-play make sense for my character. For example, I don't particularly care to enslave women. As a taluna, I see women as being worth more than just collar hangers or sex objects. Women are worth more than the patriarchy that is Gorean society gives them credit for. This being said, I have NO problem collaring a man. This is because as a taluna I don't trust men, and as a feminist Earth woman, I find Gorean men to be... well, frankly, full of shit. Someone's got to knock them off their high kaissa, might as well be me! However, in the event that I met a slave girl who genuinely wished to serve me, and felt that serving was what she LOVED to do, I would by no means stop her.

Behind the keyboard, I am a twenty-one year old college student, studying theatre in the United States. When I'm not role-playing I enjoy binge drinking, over-eating, sleeping until 3 pm EST, collecting/trading/battling Pokemon cards, shopping for vintage clothing and anything that could have existed during the 60s or the 70s, collecting Monkees memorabilia and knitting. I'm a feminist hippie (yeaah, you wish I was trollin') who supports the Socialist Party, USA. As I mentioned before, I am in a real life relationship with Jaem, (Hikari Nirpaw.) And no, he's not my slave in real life... but sometimes it's fun to pretend. ;)

I that about sums it up for today. Jaem's turn to post next!