Bereft of style, the noob waddled past identikit siblings, through a castle of indeterminate origin, until it found the meaning of SLife. The nondescript sign was hidden on a low wall, but it promised a free chainmail vest to the intrepid clicker. The avatar clicked, and a lifetime of shopping addiction was launched.
One year on, he celebrated his first rezday with a new skin (his boyfriend got one, too, and they were the prettiest things on the pixel planet).
Together, the avatar and his boyfriend explored, made stuff, had a lot of fucking awesome virtual sex, and all the while... the addiction grew.
Seven years and one heaving, 150k+ inventory later, he decided to start writing about it. The shopping, the explorations, the stuff, the sex... no, wait. No, you ain't going to get to read about THAT.