Habbo Hotel. Taking retardedness to a new level.
by Dave
by Dave
So as my computing science finals have been looming ever closer, I've been looking for new ways to distract myself from revision that I should be doing. I figure that I don't need to do much revision since I recently recieved a phonecall from the local planetarium, informing me that my brainwaves are actually altering the axis of the planet. As you can see I've got a lot of time to kill.
Anyway, a few nights ago I sat in front of my computer scratching my nuts instead of reading about the Fetch/Execute cycle when someone suggested that I check out a thing called Habbo Hotel. Further investigation proved intruiging; Habbo Hotel is essentially a chatroom, only a lot more advanced. This thing actually allows you to create your own visual likeness of yourself and then make your way around a 2D gameworld meeting and interacting with other players. I'm not the biggest fan of chatrooms (somewhere between eating a dog-hair brush and putting my penis in a pencil sharpener on the to-do scale of things), but I decided that this thing was unique and gimmicky enough to warrant it a little curious attention.First things first, I had to create a visual likeness of myself so that I could wander around this joint. A character that represents me. A character that slaps people in the face and makes them go "HOLY SHITZNIZZLE!!! DATZ COOL YO" when he walks into the room. Not only that, I needed a moniker that reflected my awesomeness. It was settled inside my head. A messiah was born:
Meet MagicalDave.
Lets face it- I am magical. More magical than Santa's sack. MagicalDave is awesome, as soon as I immersed myself in this world and became this character, I walked through those hotel doors and immediately searched for some natural surroundings. A new habbo was in town.
As soon as I reached the bar I was confronted by some girl asking me for an "a/s/l." Becoming quickly frustrated because she was between me and beer, I opened a WHOLE CAN OF VERBAL WHOOPASS on her and she ran away. MagicalDave had now started to act like me as well.
After a while it was pretty clear to me that I wasn't fitting in. MagicalDave wasn't really not following the habbo way anymore, what with his now permanent scowl and general tendency to snap at anyone who came near. Bold letters signifying his pixellated fury. Before long the barman (who incidentally was dressed like a rabbit) had had enough of my violent slurrs, and kicked me from the room. Bad move rabbit-boy, I'll find you again when you're asleep. Mark my words.
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