In Kurt Vonnegut's classic Breakfast of Champions, the author wearies of tormenting the characters in his novel, and so in the end, lets them wander free of his clutches. What you're looking at here follows the same theme, only more violent. Last week I mentioned that Dilbert cartoonist Scott Adams invited fans to assault his avatar in his SL book promotion appearance, and as it turns out, one of his fans actually came as Dilbert. Leading to this perfect tableau (as Adams writes on his blog): "It was art imitating life, imitating art beating the crap out of something imitating me."
If you like, it's also a visual meditation on the autonomy of narrative detached from authorial intent, as expressed by a hard right to the 'nads. (Appropriately accompanied by Dean Martin singing, "That's Amore!")
I put Scott in touch with Aimee Weber a few months ago, I should add, and she produced the event. But when his publicist mentioned he'd like his avatar to get groin kicked, I thought he was kidding.