Where the hell do I start..

After much deliberation and more than a shove from my overly-wonderful husband, I have finally created a blog. Like most people, creating the blog page is the easy part. It's finding shit to write about that does your head in. With a wide range of audiences, I'm fucked. So, I'm takin' a stab at this. Sorry if anything I come up with offends or surprises anyone. This is my blog, so all you haters can hit the damn road.

Monday, March 28, 2011

Burning Money for Social Necessities

This post is a view point on how our youth are essentially being scammed by the internet social outlets. One of those outlets is *cough* Habbo Hotel *cough* A stupid game, I was dumb enough to begin playing almost 6 years ago, to which I have now returned to see a change in the virtual society.

As cute and as fun as it seems, designing  your own room, gaining 'respects' and high rates on your expensive housing, isn't everything that it's cracked up to be.
This virtual chat room for tweens and pre-teens alike, serve as a breeding ground for harsh critics. No matter who you pretend to be, just like in real life, it all boils down to social status and your the size of your bank accounts. Upon entering the hotel, you are instantly labeled a 'newb/noob/nub' (like most games) So, trying to become socially acceptable, you give yourself a fake ID and steal your daddy's plastic and purchase HC/VIP status. This allows you to dress cooler and dance better than a 'norm' (non HC/VIP).


  
OK, So now your decked out in swanky gear, your next step is to start earning a better reputation with your newly found community of ditsy jerks and occasional fruit bats. Pull out your card again kiddies cause this next one requires a kick ass room, packed with all sorts of furni (furniture), ranging from normal items to rares! -commence burning holes in credit cards-
Stock up on credits, buy out the in-game shop and begin raiding other habbo-made coin shop sales. Between $50 - $100 later, you might actually have a semi-decent room. Create an event, invite your millions of 'friends' and hope to Christ you become uber popular. All for what?


Now for the serious part. Kid's these days are having issues with the idea of money, and no it doesn't grow on fucking trees.  $100 in real life will not buy a fully furnished home, dressing like a fuck-wit won't make you lots of friends and trying to act not your age is retarded. On that note, theres no point in acting like a 14 year old douche and claiming to be 18.

However, I was honest,  labeled a pedo and banned from a room. Go figure.

Giving it all a second chance, I had decided to spend some coinage and create a room of my own. As you can see below, unfortunately, because its cool but geeky, I'm still unpopular.  Turns out if your not rocking a night club (god knows how kids think they work) or an adoption center for kids (yes, you can put yourself up for adoption) or pretending to be a celebrity, you essentially can kiss your room rates goodbye.


Well, I thought it looked cool....



Another idea is to become a Habbo radio presenter. Yes, I'll give it a crack. Will I become one of those competition giveaway freaks? Probably. Point is, how far will the younger society go to become popular in a group of people they'll never meet in real life? Who knows. For the parents out there, who cop a dent in the credit card payments or a phone bill to the moon and back. It sucks to be you.

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