Delusions Of A Virtual Moron.

I was going to write a rather poignant post on Stardoll's latest "offer", but, eventually, I decided against it.

You see, I missed ranting about pointless matters, expressing opinions no one cares about, whining about the injustice that scourges our virtual world. My primal concern are much like Rebecca Black; petty "problems" that pale in comparison with what we should really give a damn about.

It has recently come to my attention that some Stardoll users are complete and utter idiots. And by that, yes, I do mean really, really, ridiculously stupid. Collecting rares has always been very popular and since the increase of the Starbazaar prices, people can gain a lot by selling something they bought at a considerably low price. Obviously, there are those poor kids that keep deluding themselves by selling crappy designs for the astronomic amount of 500 Stardollars that no one will buy, but, this change has certainly had plenty of positive aspects.

Though rare-hunting ceases to be interesting anymore -mainly because of above mentioned change, or older cheats, such as the infamous loophole- some people have the misconception that a DKNY jacket they virtually purchased four years ago is considered as collectible in real life. Which is why many opt to sell their rares for a rather bizarre price - real money. No, really! People are that delusional. Some actually aim to sell their accounts for crazy amounts, or even sell virtual clothes on eBay! (Scam Alert!)

It's hilarious if you come to think about it, and, to be completely frank, I find it dangerous. Being scammed out of your virtual cash -which you got using real money, no doubt- is similar yet so different from being scammed out of your real moolah. Remember, a hundred Stardollars isn't like a hundred real dollars. If you have a virtual breakdown over the loss of a "rare" dress, I can't imagine what your reaction would be after losing your (parents') money.

Even if you aren't scammed, is it really worth to spend real moolah on something as petty as a bunch of pixels. A bunch of dated pixels, as a matter of fact.

The Nerve Of A Virtual Con Man.

I've been meaning to post about this for a while, but I've been distracted with other things (i.e. real life). A couple of weeks ago, Stardoll's most notorious hacker, mizzmileycyrus9, allegedly "bought" .Marcela..'s  popular blog, M by Marcela, renaming it Résuir by Reece (What the fuck is that supposed to mean, anyway?), as well as openly stealing her other extremely popular blog Hot Buys Addicted. Low, I suppose, but not particularly odd. For Reece anyway.

I will not yammer on the aftermath, as I don't wish to repeat a tale that has been told, or, rather, written, on other, much more popular blogs. I will simply openly condemn the callousness, exasperating sarcasm and apparent indifference of, without a doubt, the most disliked person of Stardoll.

Being the nosy, snoopy, curiosity-killed cat that I am, I decided to carry out a professional journalistic research, or in other words, roam the Scum's guestbook. The results were rather depressing. The Scum showed no remorse of his horrible action. In fact, he didn't even attempt to justify himself, as he usually does. Instead, he opted to answer every insult and accusation with cryptic comments or smileys. In a few, unfortunately not rare, occasions, he actually gets positive response from a few, apparently sap-head, users, who proudly declare to be on Team Reece.

To be completely frank, I am disgusted that someone can do such deplorable things as steal someone's hard work and, essentially, their well-deserved success in the form of a thousand followers, but also proudly admit it. I certainly commend anyone able to own up to their faults, but owning up to lapsing and proudly defending it differ greatly in my opinion.

What is actually sad, is that people like Reece, or, as I like to call them, Scums, will never cease to exist. Neither in the real world nor on Stardoll, or any other form of virtual reality for that matter. In fact, I believe that the mask of protection the Internet can offer us is directly responsible for most of these vile acts.

Shouldn't Stardoll be a fun and innocent place, anyway? I have a faint suspicion that this is exactly why it has ended up becoming fucked up beyond repair.

Jiggery Pokery & A Rather Long Trip Down Memory Lane

I never intended to make this a gossip blog. Reading juicy, fresh out of the oven gossip has been a hobby of sorts of mine ever since I discovered Stardoll, but being the one to dig all the dirt is a terrifying thought.

Yet, there is a particular piece of gossip, so juicy, that has had me all ears and in a mood for a lengthy post.

Stardoll's most famous quitter seems to be no better than your average scammer. Now, let me clarify this, I don't personally know Tyler(isbold) but from what I've heard, he is quite the douchebag, your average whiny-for-absolutely-no-reason, crybaby teenager. Add scammer to the list.

A virtual unknown, a girl going by the name Seasonalhotbuys, has recently accused Tyler of stealing all her rares and in general of being a "raggity ass hoe". And she actually has proof.

The purpose of this post is neither to diss Tyler nor take sides regarding the situation. I simply want to broach a rather common Stardoll phenomenon.

The lengths that some people go to for a virtual upgrade are egregious. And absolutely ridiculous.

I've been checking several Stardoll Suites and I couldn't help but cringe at the excessive amount of pricey LE garments and Beach Villas I've come across. And, no, that's not because I'm jealous for not being able to afford either of above mentioned perks-of-having-no-actual-life. I just realized that these things are of importance to some. That these things matter. And that some will stop at nothing to get them.

I get those people. Once you are intoxicated by the charm of our virtual heaven, you want more. When I created my first Stardoll account, back in 2008, rares, Elite-mania, virtual moolah, and so on so forth meant very little to me. I just wanted to have fun. A couple of months later, I found myself in a haze. Unanswered questions filled my head. How can I become famous? How can I become rich? It seems like Stardoll's motto had finally got the better of me. A hacker brought me back to my senses, for a few months only, though. But, even after "reviving" my virtual alter ego, the desire for "fame, fashion and friends" remained unappeased.

I don't want to bug you with more details, but, long story short, I have found myself craving to be liked, accepted by this little society of more than 100,000,000 young girls and boys (plus some perverts, trolls and people with too much time on their hands). I now look back and realize that hacking somebody's account seemed very appealing then.

So, using personal experience, I conclude that despite the fact that hacking, and, in general, any form of scamming, is wrong and uncalled for, the idea that more (more as in more clothes, more money, more friends) is more indeed, seems quite inviting, and, sometimes, brings out the worst in us.