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Jeremy has long been on my case over the idea of a series of articles about Habbo Hotel. Well He wanted me to write one article, kauai hotels but I started thinking about it and discussing it with everyone s favorite Southern Man, Mr. Billy Holiday (my frequent cohort at the hotel and actually he might have been on there far more than I actually was), and realized that there were so many happenings over so many years that there are at least four articles within us about this place, this now more-or-less defunct place. But what is it?
My first visit to this incredibly lame internet chat spot was probably in 1999 or 2000 actually BEFORE I knew anyone here that makes up the site you are reading now. That is like the BC of my life, but I just realized it would be considered Before Jeremy and I am not sure that I want to consider my entire childhood as being the BJ of my life. I guess you can if you want to though. My then-boyfriend s college friends had found this little diverting place called Habbo Hotel and it was full of British people because we only ever used the .uk version kauai hotels for some reason. It was kind of cute. The habbos (hint: that is what the denizens of the place were called, kauai hotels conveniently enoug OMG INHABBOTANTS) were ugly, and really limited in what you really could do to interact. Wait am I getting kauai hotels ahead of myself again already again? To be honest, saying inhabbotant wrecked my concentration.
As with many sites, you had to register to be a part of the magic. You selected a username, provided kauai hotels a valid email address, and designed kauai hotels a little character who was going to represent you throughout all of your dealings and doings. I don t mean THOSE kinds of doings, but according to 99% of all interactions with strangers on there, that is exactly why everyone else was there. You could change your habbo s appearance as frequently kauai hotels and easily as you liked, but your name always remained the same. At first, you really couldn t change that easily because the Internet was new and on wobbly feet, and so this site, which relied heavily on good connections and lots of moving images on the screen was a little beyond the capabilities of many computers of the time, including my own. Frequent freezing and crashing was the order of the day. It was the order of the day right up until like 2003 or so, I really kauai hotels can t imagine why I kept going back. Although, really we only went a few handfuls of time. It would be fun for a few days, then we would not go back for months or years. I want you to know that.
Amanda speaks a truth. It was pretty common that we would meet up on there once and then not visit again for many weeks or months at a time. I did log on a bit more often than her, but that is only because she always reported smoke and hissing sounds from her computer when it tried to load the Hotel up. I'm not here to speak down on Amanda's ghetto assed electronics, but rather to speak real low down on the sign-in process. I had to get a password reminder for this site many many times. Not because of any fault of my own or any troubles in the memory department, but because this ornery bastard refused to accept my password. Time after time I would enter what I KNEW to be the correct kauai hotels email and password, only to have it tell me that I was in fact not correct. First of all, I know good and well that the password I entered just yesterday is still valid the next day. Secondly, if someone wants to log on to my Habbo account bad enough to try 20 or 30 times, just let the fucker have it. Anyway, I'd kindly ask for a password reminder, only to have the damned password I had been putting in emailed to me. This continued for years.
Habbo Hotel was like the forerunner of such exciting sites I never used such as Any of the ones I used to see on internet banner ads that had avatars kauai hotels in a 3D environment. Is one called imvu? I really don t want to do any kind of research at all for this. I figure you know what I am trying to mention though. The primary difference between Habbo and every single other such site is that at the hotel the action options given to you were only dance and wave. Yes. That is all. Ever. Forever. Even when they could have easily updated with new animations so that the dancing at least did not look like the exaggerated power-walk motion that you see old women do around the inside kauai hotels of the mall and better quality of characters and activities, they never ever did. You went to Habbo Hotel to see the internet frozen in the year 1999, with no hope of ever improving. Oh wait, I tell a lie. In 2005 or so, they introduced some strange friend pager kind of thing where you could track your friends better and send them little messages and the like. It was not really an improvement though.
I will get to the interacting with each other part in more detail in a little bit. Because I feel, intuitively, that I should explain the setting a little better. By which I mean at all. The hotel really was made up to be a hotel! A big one. You start out with your very own room which you could name, decorate, and set as Private or Public. kauai hotels There were also larger public settings such as a cinema as seen above, a lobby, a pool, a night club, and so on. Those were the places where you could really step out and mingle, kauai hotels dancing and waving and crashing your browser if there were too many habbos present.
kauai hotels The one thing Habbo Hotel succeeded in was the Hotel setting. I have to say it was at least marginally cool. The public rooms would have been a lot more fun, but they always seemed to be populated by the lowest forms of Habbo users. Furni-traders, scam artists, and pre-teens looking for a romp between the gently-used hotel sheets.
You decorated kauai hotels your room with furni which was an obsession among most habbos. You had limited coins with which to purchase furni at the store, or you could actually use real human earth money to buy more coins to buy more furni, meaning the Habbo Hotel is the grandfather of all other browser-based games that we are all familiar with now. And much like Farmville and the like, this was never really a game. But people still PLAYED TO WIN.
For those of us with integrity and dignity (but not so much dignity that we would not be in the hotel to begin with), we never used actual money, of course. We obtained furni via trading with new friends, old friends, and fools. To instigate a trade was to give a showing of good will and friendship. A giant hand appeared on both participants screens and items were on display to give to each other. It was an elegant process, and one that you could accidentally fuck up easily if you were an aforementioned fool. So many times were cries let out of U STOLE FROM ME even though it was impossible, or I DIDNT MEAN 2 GIEV U THAT in which case you could be an uncaring habbo of fortune, or a good sport who just gave the damn objects back and then count to ten as your browser crashed again.
I, Billy, always treated trading as the serious kauai hotels business it should have been treated as. I personally began my Habbo life with One Chair, and thanks to careful trading, a little grifting, and some words of persuasion, I ended up with a pretty fine room. Your success in Habbo Hotel relied heavily on your ability to trade. That giant hand may as well have been the Hand of God.
Furni was a mania, it was a golden treasure trove of delights that could cause social popularity, or social suicide. Mo furni, mo success was the case in and around that hotel. I am not really sure how so many of the habbos had so much furni, but thinking back and knowing now what I know (which will be revealed in the last section a little foreshadowing for you), it was probably all purchased by pedos who intended to use it as bait for luring children into their clutches. It was impossible to really know how old anyone was at the hotel, however, so we always figured that it was mostly just a bunch of legitimately illiterate British teens and older folk who were also illiterate. kauai hotels But, back to the possessions.
There used to be contests with furni for prizes. New objects were released continually. The very word furni was on the pixels around every poorly-drawn habbo mouth, where the lips should have been but were not. U HAVE FURNI? CAN I HAVE UR FURNI? GOT N E FURNI 4 ME? WILL WORK 4 FURNI the stream of furni talk was endless. A quick glance at room names revealed that many were named after that pixelated god, the glory and goal of most, if not all. Me? I didn t really care. Billy Holiday, on the other hand, grifted much bounty and loot. His room s decor can speak for itself. I did eventually amass a small fortune in furni, but it was only because Trev actually worked as a moderator for them, and I eventually guilted him and cried a lot until he supplied me with a paltry kauai hotels tribute. I will detail the drama in a future article, don t worry. And I'll be there to make sure Amanda doesn't try to put a sugar-coating over the situation. She was a furni-whore, and I plan to make sure that is known.
Ugh. What a bunch of horrible people. As previously mentioned, we did all of our business on the UK Habbo, I believe because it pre-dated the American version. There was a bit of culture shock when we realized that the British Youth were somehow even more irritating than their American counterparts. Shrill cries asking R U CHAV and N E FIT CHAVS and such things (of course they were shrill, you could tell they were shrill) filled every room. There was not much variety. Also, there were filters set in place so that you couldn't let a swear out. Any curse words, or any number of seemingly arbitrarily selected words, were exchanged to the habbo word "bobba." The troglodytes using the hotel mighty have been a bunch with astonishingly low IQs, but they sure did excel at creatively swearing. Requests to see p.enis could be found in every corner of every public gathering place. Tempers turned hot, and accidental shouts kauai hotels of "YOU MOTHERbobba" might be chanced upon. It was a wonderland.
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