Friday, December 30, 2005

It's like "Chaos" all over again

It's been awhile since my last post. I didn't know that people actually wanted me to blog more, guess I got you hooked on this drug I call (The) Habbo Hero. So remember when K-OS visited the hotel and I (aswell as hundreds, probably thousands others) never got to actually meet him. It was basically a game of run-and-see-who-gets-there-first (and screw everybody else). Well as everyone knows, the Hobbas are leaving. (I also left a bad farewell message to the Hobba's, but you will find out what I wrote later when I get a reply.) So today at 2:00 EST there was a Hobba parade.

First we had to goto the Theatredome, and learning from what happened last time. I went there 15 minutes early, but there was 70-something Habbo's infront of me. 3 minutes later they put a message saying "Farewell to Hobba party in 12 min." Wow, who does that? 12 minutes? Does Dick Clark say "12 minutes until the new year!" on his special? (Figure 1)

So the "party" is now started, but I'm in the waiting line like uncool people at clubs. Ironically, aren't nerds the first to camp out for Star Wars movies? Maybe I can be "fashionably late," but I would still have to actually get in while its still happening. (Figure 2)

...Still outside, but atleast Daz's (who?) speech was given in "Notice!" mode. I've now realised that I have spoken to Hobba's and not even known they were Hobbas! If I had known, I would have barraged them with annoying questions like "Can I see your badge!?" or "Pleeeeeaaaase accept my request!" (Figure 3)

"Hey, I made it inside! Wait, whats this other message? Oh bobba!" This is looking a little too familar. As I stand around taking screenshots for this blog, I'm losing out on any possible chance to make it to the next room. (Figure 4) Now I have to relocate, but ofcourse I'm not going to make it. So I chill out a little bit, take a deep breath and as I am waiting, again, they decide to relocate! Now I know what Charlie Brown felt like everytime Lucy "promised" she would let him kick the football.

The journey continues... Oh boy, this is just getting out of control now. Click the thumbnail (Figure 5) and read those numbers for yourself. Keep in mind that I am in the default line.

Whats even worse is, look what happens next. Yep, you guessed it, another relocation. Good grief! (Figure 6)

Well, since the party-turned-parade is going to be seeing its way through every public room, why not check out the navigator and click on the first one that isn't red yet. Luckily I made it into a very packed Library. (Never thought I would ever say those words.) Time to sit back and wait while watching these incoherent ramblings between these people who are also waiting. Also, don't forget to "shake that thang" while persuading others to lie and what the hell is a "praid"? Acording to Google its praying and dignity. Link (Figure 7)

Another notice pops up and by this time. I almost forgot what I was doing in the Library anyway. Eventually, I just gave up. I just wonder, why do we flock like sheep everytime one of these "events" happen? We see a message from the staff and do whatever it says without question. Leave comments.

Oh yea, if you haven't figured it out... I never got into the Hobba party or got to see the Hobba parade.

by Peedelicious at 6:05 PM |