In the spring of 2002, I mailed a demo tape of my film to Richard Bartle, co-creator of the first multiuser dungeon. The tape included footage of Raph Koster talking about the Garden of Remembrance. Karyn's story immediately set off alarm bells for Richard; he'd seen similar situations in other online communities and smelled a rat. Had anyone actually checked the story? Was there corroborative evidence? I decided to do some research.

According to Karyn's memorial page on LegendMUD, she attended the law school at the University of Oslo. I decided to start there. I contacted the university to see if they had some record of a 24-year-old female law student dying in January of 1998. The woman I spoke with reported that they have no record of any law student of any name dying in a car wreck in January of 1998. OK, so perhaps Karyn exaggerated her educational attainments a bit. It wouldn't be the first time that someone had padded their résumé.

I next turned to Karyn's foray into the glamorous world of beauty pageants. I sent a letter to Geir Hamnes, the director of the Frøken Norge competition, asking about the identity of the woman in the photograph posted on Karyn's memorial page on LegendMUD. Geir replied that her name was Trine Solberg Lepperød, a finalist in the 1995 competition. Had I stumbled across the real Karyn? Excitedly, I fired off an e-mail to Geir, asking if Trine had died in a car crash a few years back. "No," Geir replied, "she's alive and lives in Oslo." He gave me her e-mail address.

I sent Trine an e-mail. Two days later she replied that yes, she was the woman in the photograph, but that she had never heard of LegendMUD. Trine was startled to learn about her own death. "I was scared by all these letters this 'Karyn' person got," she told me, after looking at the memorial on the Web site, "since the picture is of me and I am alive!" Trine, who is now a product assistant in a textile business, had no idea how anyone who was not at the competition could have acquired the photo, since to her knowledge it had never been published anywhere.

This left the matter of the newspaper article that had been posted on Karyn's Web page. Surely a scanned newspaper article demonstrated that someone had died on that highway? I set to work tracking it down. While searching, I learned that only 352 Norwegians died in traffic accidents in 1998. That's less than half as many that die on U.S. highways in any given week! Of all those deaths, only 89 involved people between the ages of 15 and 24. So if a young woman and her friend had died on Jan. 29, 1998, while test-driving a Porsche 911 on the E6, there should definitely be a record of it.

While Babelfish and other nifty Web translation programs will translate from English to Norwegian, none of them seem to go in the other direction. So with a borrowed Norwegian dictionary, I started plodding through the online archives of Norway's leading newspapers -- Dagbladet, Verdens Gang, and Aftenposten. After many frustrating hours of getting "søket fant 0 dokumenter," I tried a key word search for "bilulykke" and "frontkollidert" and there it was: "Woman Dead in Car Accident near Skogn," Jan. 29, 1998 -- the same headline and date of the newspaper article that had been posted on Karyn's Web page. Translated, the text read:

"A woman was killed in a car accident on the E6 near Skogn in Northern Trondelag Thursday afternoon. According to witnesses, the woman's car crossed over into the opposing lane and collided head-on with a truck. She was alone in the car and died instantly, according to the officer on duty at the Levanger police station. The driver of the truck was not injured in the accident. The road was icy in the area where the accident took place."

Only one fatality? What about her friend and the driver of the other vehicle? Something was fishy here. I called the Levanger police department (fortunately, the receptionist spoke English) and asked him to look up the accident report. Although the receptionist was unable to divulge the woman's name, citing privacy concerns, he did tell me that she was "a lot older" than 24, did not die in a Porsche and was not named Karyn. He also said that Karyn was not a Norwegian name. A quick search of Norway's bureau of statistics showed that only three women in all of Norway go by the name Karyn. Yet LegendMUD's Karyn claimed that her name was Karyn in and out of the game.

It strained the bounds of probability to suppose that there had been two accidents on the same date at the same time on the same road, both involving a head-on collision with fatalities. Was the newspaper article actually scanned, as some Legendites remembered, or was it simply a transcription? If there was a scanned image, then perhaps Karyn had changed the wording of the Aftenposten article in Photoshop, and then posted it on her Geocities Web page?

I contacted Geocities and asked about its privacy policy. Would Geocities consent to allowing a third party (such as a person's parents) to access an owner's Web page and post a letter on it? After some checking, a company spokesperson replied that no, they would not, since they have no way of knowing if a third party is actually related to the owner of a given Geocities Web page, and in any case to grant access would violate the privacy policy.

The conclusion seems inescapable: "Karyn" fabricated her death just as she'd fabricated her life. So who killed Miss Norway 1995? Karyn did. Or rather the person behind the Karyn mask.

Who was Karyn? Someone logged into LegendMUD night after night from September 1996 to January 1998. Then that person disappeared. The individual was likely Norwegian, or at least Scandinavian, since according to all involved she routinely chatted with friends in Norwegian. There are several suspects within the world of LegendMUD itself, including the Norwegian-speaking player who translated the original newspaper article. I even considered the possibility that Trine might be Karyn after all, except that her surprise and bewilderment seemed so genuine.

Unless Karyn steps forward, we'll probably never know who the real-world Karyn was. I say "she" guardedly, however, since it's quite possible, and indeed probable, that the person behind the Karyn persona was actually a man. It wouldn't be the first time that someone engaged in virtual cross-dressing. As MIT sociologist Sherry Turkle points out, "gender swapping on MUDs is not a small part of the game action. By some estimates, Habitat, a Japanese MUD, has 1.5 million users. Habitat is a MUD operated for profit. Among the registered users of Habitat, there is a ratio of four real-life men to each real-life woman. But inside the MUD the ratio is only three male characters to one female character. In other words, a significant number of players, many tens of thousands of them, are virtually cross-dressing."

For his forthcoming book, "Designing Virtual Worlds," Richard Bartle compiled a set of guidelines for spotting a "female-presenting male player." According to Bartle, players will claim that their alter ego is physically attractive; avoid players of the same gender they are pretending to be; use the same real-world name as their alter ego; invent reasons they can't go to real-world player gatherings or talk on the phone; and finally, "have their alter ego succumb to injuries or ailments that lead to absences or promised absences."

Now let's look at Karyn again, with Bartle's list in hand. She claimed to be a Norwegian beauty queen. Check. Most of her companions in the game were men. Check. Her name was Karyn, both in and out of the game. Check. She lived in Norway, which prevented her from attending player gatherings. Check. She never talked to other players on the phone. Check. She died in a car crash while test-driving a Porsche. Check.

Karyn fits the profile for a female-presenting male player rather well. The person behind the Karyn mask probably logged on to explore aspects of his identity, got in over his head, and then bowed out of the community when a newspaper story about a car crash suggested a dramatic and compelling exit strategy.

Last spring, when I talked with Raph Koster about the Garden of Remembrance, he made an analogy between virtual communities (as exemplified by the friendships people formed with Karyn) and the children's book "The Velveteen Rabbit."

"The rabbit desperately wants to be real with a capital R," Raph reminded me. "But the love of the child who owned the rabbit is what makes it real. I think it's unfair to say that virtual communities aren't real with a capital R. I'm not going to let anyone tell me that that wasn't real. No one's going to say that the friendship wasn't real because I know the grief was definitely real."

Raph was referring to the community itself becoming real, or realizing that it was real, through the experience of losing Karyn. But what if Karyn, the catalyst of community formation, was herself not real with a capital R?

In a simulated world, the line between real life and fantasy is easily blurred. For many, that's clearly part of the attraction. Race, gender, age and other markers of identity are rendered invisible behind the veil of the Internet and the anonymity it confers. You can be anything that you want to be, since all that other people "see" in a virtual world like LegendMUD is your avatar. As I learned in shooting the film, many people find it liberating to be judged solely on their ideas and actions, rather than their physical appearance or real-life limitations. But as the Karyn story illustrates, the anonymity of the Internet also allows for hurtful deceptions.

The heart of "A Story About a Tree" is Raph's assertion that "the social bonds of the people in a virtual environment make it more than just a game. They make it real." In one sense, he's right. People do form friendships and even meet their significant others through online worlds -- and they will probably do so in far greater numbers in the years ahead, as online gaming become more immersive, more compelling and more mainstream. But in this case, the "real" existed only in people's heads. Karyn was only real because the players who encountered her in a virtual world believed that she was real.

The point is not to poke fun at a community for being hoodwinked. After all, she could have been real in reality too; players simply don't know who's behind the blinking cursor. Like the velveteen rabbit, Karyn wanted to be real with a capital R. And magically, through the love of the community, she got her wish.

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