Got a press release the other day touting Virtually Dead by Peter May, a thriller author who purportedly has a Brando-style dedication to what I guess you’d call “method writing.” Supposedly May has infiltrated the Beijing police, been inducted as a “Chevalier of French wines,” and is currently shadowing a top chef–all in the name of research.
A while back, May set up a private detective agency, handling “surveillance for matrimonial investigations, stalking and harassment cases, and missing person searches.” But there’s a twist! Are you ready for me to BLOW YOUR MIND?
He did it all in Second Life.
Yes, I know, twists are supposed to make things more interesting, not less, but stick with me here. I was fairly amused by the trailer, which alternates shots of human gumshoe Michael Kapiniski with his dashing, vest-clad avatar. The voice-over, which kinda sounds like the computer in WarGames, gives everything a droll humor, nailing such classic lines as “What would you do if your first client was a giant gecko?” As is often the case with Second Life–I mean, cough, I assume it’s often the case–the main attraction here is the scantily clad “exotic dancer made entirely of pixels,” who oddly enough looks just like Shannon Doherty.
Verdict: But will it work in First Life? Watching Second Life footage is one thing. Reading about watching Second Life footage might be something else. Unless the avatars upload Second Life-style virtual copies. I no longer have any idea what I’m talking about.