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Anyone?

Does anyone here actually still play Furcadia.... I don't think I ever will again and I still have an un-used port space and classic wings...

I would like to see them go to someone who will actually use them but I don't think anyone plays anymore..
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H.o.i.R Update

Update time!

1st order of business....

I need the bot's .ini file I do not remember the password. Help please?

And also with both Lisa and I having busy lives I want to have another uploader. I'm willing to give out files again heh I know theres people I can trust with the dream.

And thats about it. Hoir is kinda in zombie mode right now I'd love to see more poeple in it.

- Jenks
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Yay!

SO the past couple days the dream has been pretty active. Some new faces have stopped in and some lenghty conversations have been had.

Happy to see it!

Oh and also a welcome to Angst Dalharil our newest employee!
DDR

ATTENTION

FROM THIS MOMENT ON:

If you would like the dream uploaded you are to send a WHISPER or INSTANT MESSAGE to Jenks or myself (Brawen). Do not leave demands in the chat window of FurN because most likely your request/demand will be missed. If you do not get a response it is most likely that we aren't around. This isn't against you, the requestee, IRL shit happens and you can't control it.

Also, if you request the dream to be uploaded, YOU WILL BE RESPONSIBLE FOR KEEPING THE DREAM ACTIVE. Do not whine if  the dream goes down while we are not around and you left the dream.

Jess and myself have found our lives to have higher priorities than Furcadia so we find it pointless to keep the dream up for people who only show up for five minutes and leave.

Also, ASK POLITELY. The dream was made for friends and if you insist to insult us to get a point across, you will most likely be denied.

Lastly, stop asking for the dream file. It is Jess's choice who to give it to, and if she doesn't wish for you to have it then take that response and accept it. Jess poured her heart into this dream and she has all right and choice over it, and it will remain that way.

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To the bitches of HoiR (*cough*... I mean maintainers...):

Please keep HoiR up. I may not get on Furcadia when you lardbutts aren't freaking idle, but I'd appreciate the dream being available for RP.

Scraz and Braw are ALWAYS on. There's no reason why they CAN'T keep the dream up.

If there is some issue I am not aware of, please inform me, and then send Joey or I the files. We have a stable server now and will willingly host the dream 24/7. :3

Thx!
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Hey all. I know not everybody from House is on LJ and if they are if they even pay attention to their friends list or this journal.

I'd just like to say I do miss y'all. I dunno how active House of Ill Repute has been lately... I don't even know if it's been loaded. I don't have much access to the internet and the only computer capable of picking up a weak wireless signal that doesn't belong to us doesn't have Furcadia installed. I can only hope that attendance at the dream has improved, but I guess that's not likely.

I hope you're all doing well. If someone can get in touch with PF and let him know I want to give him my Gryffe next time I can get on, that'd be cool. I figure since I'm not on using it much and probably won't be for awhile, he'd enjoy it much more. I wanted to give it to him a month or so ago when I got back into World of WarCraft, but I had recently transferred it to an alt so it was pending on 40 some days before it could be transferred again. Hmm.

Anyhow, *hugs to all*

-Skwerl
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Happy Holidays!

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the House [of Ill Repute], not a creature was sturring not even a Mog. The stockings were hung over the bar with care, in hopes that Santa Claws would soon be there.

The employees were snuggled all up in their beds. While visons of naughty things danced in their heads. Brawen in her nighty and I in my cap, we just settled down for a long winter's nap. [also known as AFK]

When out on the beach there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what the hell was going on.
Away to the window I flew like the Flash [(c)Marvel Comics], Tore open the shutters and hid our drug stash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, A fat man in a sleigh pulled by bunch of reindeer.

With a chubby old driver, so set to his cause, I knew in a moment it must be the Claws. More rapid than gryphens his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

So up to the house-top the reindeer all flew, with the sleigh full of toys, and Santa Claws too. and then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof. The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew out my knives, and was turning around, through a window Claws came out with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of gifts he had flung on his back, and he looked like a burgular sneaking in from the back.

His eyes --how they gleamed! his dimples how scary! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn into a snear, As he attempted to spread all his Christmas Cheer.

The edge of his pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; [or is that reef?]

He had a broad face and a really large belly, that shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jello.

He was fat and impressive, a right jolly old elf, and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the stockings, I guess hes not a jerk.
Then laying his finger inside of his nose, picking it once then to the roof he arose.

He jumped in his sleigh, and gave his team a whistle, and away they took off like a fresh fired missle.
I heard him cry out as he flew out of sight. Merry Christmas dear furres and have a good night!


Merry Chirstmas Everyone

Wishing all those at H.o.i.R a very Merry Chistmas and Happy Holidays. We hope you all enjoy it greatly and spend some time with the ones you love. Be safe this season and we look forward to seeing you all again.
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