Members of an elite grade of people are slowly and silently dying off without recognition of their life's novelty. I'm talking about people born in the nineteen nineties. "90's babies!" we yell out in tearful pride. We were outside before that became a corny verbal call. Now we're inside. Working. Taking care of our young families. There's a place for you. There's a place for us.
You remember chatrooms in the early 2000s? Those scary places that weren't really rooms, more pages of PDF files looking for "age/sex/location." Welllll, in the 2000... listen this isn't a history or a lore. Okay, I'm just gonna inform you on this magical place that was innovative as hell in 2002. A guy named Frank and his team come up with this "chatroom for teens and young adults." Sus. But with that young audience in mind, they invented a new type of chatroom. An actual room where you can chat. You build rooms with purchased digital furniture and make friends to fill those rooms with little chat bubbles. That's what the guy said shooting the idea to banks in 1999. It was so much more than that. Once they opened those doors to the WORLD, we created so many inventive ways to interact on the internet. Before ClubPenguin, there as a Fallin' Furni game going on in Habbo Hotel. A Coozy Change. YouTube's doors opened in 2005 and Habbo's were waiting at the doorstep. Uploading glimpses of our little digital lives into the ForeverSphere. I could go on and on about this little website's history but why is it relevant in 2026?
Aren't you tired of social media?
I got off Habbo some fourteen years ago. I was a little Habbo mafia don and I used to deal in casinos on alts. So when the 'Great Mute' came around and they said no more gambling? What is my reason for being here? I couldn't coordinate scams with members of my Habbo criminal network and I couldn't develop a gambling addiction at sixteen, I left. My friends didn't. Recently I got so tired of social media, so drained of it. In my office, I've put up a bunch of things that I believe aid my mind in creative thoughts. One of those things is this Habbo basketball court. I shoot at least ten shots at it everyday. One day, I see Habbo is mobile now! Blew my mind, I hope back on there with a clear plot. I know Habbo's. My ego believes you have to have a certain level of intelligence to get on Habbo. These are smart people and I've started a YouTube. I'm still trying to get my audience correct because this is a career. A lifetime endeavor. Habbos are a great target audience, so I get on there and start doing giveaways for subs on YouTube. I got the subs. Habbos aren't used to people being so willing to share their lives so I think that helped me out a bit. I got off for a while but a few of the people would hit me up on discord so I got on. In the mix of getting on for a few days to plot my YouTube community with my newly made 30 year old European friends, I ran into old European friends I've known for 18 years. One of my boys is CURRENTLY fighting in Ukraine, signing on Habbo to destress and update friends around the world with on the ground news from a war zone.
I'm writing this to invite you to a digital Fight Club. This is a game for adults with busy lives who are tired of brain rot. A simple place where you can meet random people around the world. For me, that is still a sales point. I’ve used nearly every app since I got off Habbo Hotel, nothing beats a “welcome back” from a digital avatar operated by someone across the Atlantic.
If you sign up, add papyir. I’m giving Habbo’s five man team free labor and marketing assistance. In five years, I want to bring thirty thousand people to that site so I can get the Creator badge. The child in me needs that badge as a side quest. To do that, I’ll be using Habbo as digital art in posts on here and in my YouTube videos.
