Hola chico@s! Espero todos estén muy bien. Hago este post en la sección de "Humor" para compartir con ustedes un proyecto de escritura creativa un poco personal pero que decidí basar en Habbo Hotel y su historia. Quiero hacer un DISCLAMER la historia está completamente escrita en inglés y está se lee en formato de "mockumentary" con momentos donde los personajes le hablan a la cámara. Decidí compartir la historia por este medio, para recibir todo el feedback y comentarios negativos/positivos posibles sobre mi historia. A continuación les dejo la descripción de mi historia y el texto del capítulo (piloto). Muchas gracias y disfruten.
DESCRIPCIÓN: The Year: 2003. The Mission: Launch the first American branch of the world's fastest-growing virtual social network. The Reality: Total pixelated anarchy.
In a cramped, cable-strewn loft in New York City, a ragtag team of misfits is tasked with managing Habbo Hotel US. Armed with nothing but beige CRT monitors, dial-up speeds, and a corporate handbook they barely understand, the staff must navigate the "Wild West" of the early internet.
From the Manager trying to be "hip" while the server literally catches fire, to the Moderator who treats a "Bobba" filter bypass like a federal crime, The Habbo Way is a mockumentary that explores the hilarious gap between the people we are in real life and the 32-bit avatars we pretend to be.
Whether it's handling massive "Pool is Closed" raids, investigating the theft of a Rare HC Sofa, or trying to explain to their Finnish bosses why the American teenagers are "stacking" virtual toilets in the lobby, the staff is about to learn that the only thing harder than building a digital world is keeping the people inside it from breaking the law-and each other.
Welcome to the Hotel. Don't forget to check your dignity at the door.
Episode 101: Grand Opening
INT. OFFICE - 8:45 AM
The camera shakes slightly as it follows CHET (Manager) walking through the office. He is wearing a headset and holding a "Welcome to Habbo" foam finger. He looks to the camera.
CHET "In fifteen minutes, this room becomes the center of the American internet. We've got the servers humming, the credits are loaded. That's leadership."
MARCUS (Support) is sitting at his desk, staring at a blank screen. He looks to the camera.
MARCUS "Chet thinks we're opening a hotel. We're actually opening a digital psych ward. I've already got fifty emails from kids asking for 'free furni.' The hotel isn't even open yet. They're like termites. Pixelated termites."
DOUG (Mod 1) is standing over CHLOE's (Support) shoulder. He is pointing at her monitor with a tactical pen.
DOUG "Look at that username. 'PwnageGuy.' That's a red flag, Chloe. That's a 'pre-meditated bobba' if I've ever seen one. Flag him for immediate shadow-surveillance."
CHLOE (To the camera) "Doug wants to ban people for having 'suspicious' names. I'm just excited to see everyone's outfits! I hope someone brings a Rubber Duck. They're so rare in the Finnish version!"
INT. OFFICE - 9:00 AM
CHET "Alright team! On three! One... two... pixelate!"
Chet hits a large button on his desk.
[IN-GAME] The Welcome Lounge is empty for exactly one second. Then, dozens of avatars begin to "pop" into existence. They are all wearing the same "noob" clothes: yellow shirts and blue pants. It looks like a factory line of humans.
[OFFICE] DOUG "They're flooding the Public Rooms. I have eyes on the Picnic Motor Inn. We have a 'blocker' already. Some kid is standing in the doorway typing 'Free furni or I don't move.'"
CHET "Doug, don't ban him! It's our first customer! Offer him a virtual hug!"
DOUG (To the camera) "The Habbo Way says no blocking. I'm not hugging him. I'm 'kicking' him into next Tuesday."
INT. OFFICE - 10:30 AM
The office is getting hot. The server rack is loud. JARKKO (Finnish Director) appears on the wall-mounted monitor via a grainy webcam.
JARKKO "Chet. Why is the US server temperature rising? My screen in Helsinki is blinking red. It is very distracting to my lunch."
CHET "Jarkko! Buddy! It's just the American enthusiasm! We've got so many people in the Guest Rooms that the pixels are rubbing together and creating heat!"
MARCUS "Chet, the Console system is lagging. If someone sends a message, it takes four minutes to arrive. Users are starting to think they're talking to ghosts."
[IN-GAME] A user named 'HabboGirl92' is standing alone in a room. HabboGirl92: (Chat bubble) "Hello?" (Four minutes later) HabboGirl92: (Chat bubble) "Is anyone there?"
INT. OFFICE - 4:00 PM
The staff is exhausted. BETHANY (Mod 2) is trying to organize a "Conga Line" in the Welcome Lounge to distract from the lag.
BETHANY (To the camera) "It's all about morale. If they're dancing, they aren't complaining about their missing Plasto chairs. I've spent six hours typing ':dance' and my fingers are cramping, but look at them go!"
DOUG "Chet! We have a breach! Someone is using a 'color-scripter'! The Cafe Ole water just turned bright purple!"
CHET (To the camera) "Purple water? That's... that's a feature! It's 'Grape Soda Friday'! Write that down, Chloe!"
INT. OFFICE - 6:00 PM
The "Grand Opening" is over. Most users have logged off for dinner. The office is quiet.
CHET (To the camera) "Day one. Success. We only crashed twice, Doug only banned twelve innocent children, and I think I've convinced Jarkko that purple water is the future of the brand."
He looks at his screen. His avatar, MANAGER_XTREME, is alone in his office. He types: "I love this job." A 'Bobba' filter covers the word 'job'.
MANAGER_XTREME: (Chat bubble) "I love this bobba."
CHET (To the camera) "I... I need to fix that filter."
DESCRIPCIÓN: The Year: 2003. The Mission: Launch the first American branch of the world's fastest-growing virtual social network. The Reality: Total pixelated anarchy.
In a cramped, cable-strewn loft in New York City, a ragtag team of misfits is tasked with managing Habbo Hotel US. Armed with nothing but beige CRT monitors, dial-up speeds, and a corporate handbook they barely understand, the staff must navigate the "Wild West" of the early internet.
From the Manager trying to be "hip" while the server literally catches fire, to the Moderator who treats a "Bobba" filter bypass like a federal crime, The Habbo Way is a mockumentary that explores the hilarious gap between the people we are in real life and the 32-bit avatars we pretend to be.
Whether it's handling massive "Pool is Closed" raids, investigating the theft of a Rare HC Sofa, or trying to explain to their Finnish bosses why the American teenagers are "stacking" virtual toilets in the lobby, the staff is about to learn that the only thing harder than building a digital world is keeping the people inside it from breaking the law-and each other.
Welcome to the Hotel. Don't forget to check your dignity at the door.
Episode 101: Grand Opening
INT. OFFICE - 8:45 AM
The camera shakes slightly as it follows CHET (Manager) walking through the office. He is wearing a headset and holding a "Welcome to Habbo" foam finger. He looks to the camera.
CHET "In fifteen minutes, this room becomes the center of the American internet. We've got the servers humming, the credits are loaded. That's leadership."
MARCUS (Support) is sitting at his desk, staring at a blank screen. He looks to the camera.
MARCUS "Chet thinks we're opening a hotel. We're actually opening a digital psych ward. I've already got fifty emails from kids asking for 'free furni.' The hotel isn't even open yet. They're like termites. Pixelated termites."
DOUG (Mod 1) is standing over CHLOE's (Support) shoulder. He is pointing at her monitor with a tactical pen.
DOUG "Look at that username. 'PwnageGuy.' That's a red flag, Chloe. That's a 'pre-meditated bobba' if I've ever seen one. Flag him for immediate shadow-surveillance."
CHLOE (To the camera) "Doug wants to ban people for having 'suspicious' names. I'm just excited to see everyone's outfits! I hope someone brings a Rubber Duck. They're so rare in the Finnish version!"
INT. OFFICE - 9:00 AM
CHET "Alright team! On three! One... two... pixelate!"
Chet hits a large button on his desk.
[IN-GAME] The Welcome Lounge is empty for exactly one second. Then, dozens of avatars begin to "pop" into existence. They are all wearing the same "noob" clothes: yellow shirts and blue pants. It looks like a factory line of humans.
[OFFICE] DOUG "They're flooding the Public Rooms. I have eyes on the Picnic Motor Inn. We have a 'blocker' already. Some kid is standing in the doorway typing 'Free furni or I don't move.'"
CHET "Doug, don't ban him! It's our first customer! Offer him a virtual hug!"
DOUG (To the camera) "The Habbo Way says no blocking. I'm not hugging him. I'm 'kicking' him into next Tuesday."
INT. OFFICE - 10:30 AM
The office is getting hot. The server rack is loud. JARKKO (Finnish Director) appears on the wall-mounted monitor via a grainy webcam.
JARKKO "Chet. Why is the US server temperature rising? My screen in Helsinki is blinking red. It is very distracting to my lunch."
CHET "Jarkko! Buddy! It's just the American enthusiasm! We've got so many people in the Guest Rooms that the pixels are rubbing together and creating heat!"
MARCUS "Chet, the Console system is lagging. If someone sends a message, it takes four minutes to arrive. Users are starting to think they're talking to ghosts."
[IN-GAME] A user named 'HabboGirl92' is standing alone in a room. HabboGirl92: (Chat bubble) "Hello?" (Four minutes later) HabboGirl92: (Chat bubble) "Is anyone there?"
INT. OFFICE - 4:00 PM
The staff is exhausted. BETHANY (Mod 2) is trying to organize a "Conga Line" in the Welcome Lounge to distract from the lag.
BETHANY (To the camera) "It's all about morale. If they're dancing, they aren't complaining about their missing Plasto chairs. I've spent six hours typing ':dance' and my fingers are cramping, but look at them go!"
DOUG "Chet! We have a breach! Someone is using a 'color-scripter'! The Cafe Ole water just turned bright purple!"
CHET (To the camera) "Purple water? That's... that's a feature! It's 'Grape Soda Friday'! Write that down, Chloe!"
INT. OFFICE - 6:00 PM
The "Grand Opening" is over. Most users have logged off for dinner. The office is quiet.
CHET (To the camera) "Day one. Success. We only crashed twice, Doug only banned twelve innocent children, and I think I've convinced Jarkko that purple water is the future of the brand."
He looks at his screen. His avatar, MANAGER_XTREME, is alone in his office. He types: "I love this job." A 'Bobba' filter covers the word 'job'.
MANAGER_XTREME: (Chat bubble) "I love this bobba."
CHET (To the camera) "I... I need to fix that filter."
Venezolano. Estudiante de Idiomas Modernos y un amante del café con leche.