It has been some time since I last penned an article (I know, shocking, right?). But alas, duty calls. Icing sat me down at the study desk and said, “You will stop fishing and do your job.” So, here I am, trading in my rod for the quill.

And what I have to reveal this week is something bound to ruffle feathers, especially within the .com hotel. Sit tight, buckle in, and prepare yourselves.

SKEFFRIDGE OUTTED AS A FRAUD

According to whispers hotter than the amber lamp rares, multiple Hobba insiders have blown the lid off Skeffridge’s entire operation. Those “ancient relics” he’s been parading around? Not historical artifacts, not rare collectibles, but plastic imposters printed faster than you can say “Ctrl + V.” And yet, Habbos everywhere have been forking over 10 credits a pop just to gawk at what amounts to Etsy rejects.

The audacity. The gall. The sheer entrepreneurial brilliance?

But wait, it gets better. Reports suggest that some of the museum’s “crown jewels” are literally hollow inside. Visitors claim they tapped on the legendary museum exhibit only to hear the unmistakable clunk of cheap resin. One guest described it best:

“It felt like I’d paid ten credits to stare at my cousin’s school art project.”

Ouch.

Meanwhile, Bobba.me’s source claims the scandal has already been raised through Zendesk for comment. Whether this will result in action, or simply get lost in the same queue as “Why can’t I log into my account from 2004?” remains to be seen.

Still, the community is left divided. Is Skeffridge a con artist or simply a misunderstood innovator? After all, is it really fraud if you believe hard enough in the authenticity of a plastic knock-off? Some call it a scam.

One thing is certain: the museum may not be real, but the drama is 100% authentic.

CHICKA… BROKE?!

Honestly, are we shocked? Chicka’s downfall has been written in bold Comic Sans for months. From the tragic attempt at launching his own rebranded hotel (RIP to that three-day wonder) to the ill-fated resurrection of CokeMusic (spoiler: no fizz), Chicka has been swinging harder than a newbie in BattleBall and missing every shot.

Now, word around the hotel corridors is that Chicka has been clinging to the high-flyers like a stray duck in a Throne Room. The strategy? Linger long enough to give the illusion of prestige, then quietly slip away to the fishing room, rod in hand, grinding for fish tokens like it’s 2007. Those tokens, of course, are only fuel for swooping in on freebie furniture handouts. A hustler’s gotta hustle, but the act is starting to look a little… desperate.

And let’s not ignore the elephant in the room Chicka’s ever-shifting looks. From mullets to mohawks, from furry to cheap-plastic-demon-doll  the transformations keep coming. Who is he trying to impress? A mystery sugar habbo? The marketplace traders? Or is it simply a case of identity crisis via wardrobe?

What we do know is that the once-bunny-blessed fortune has long since run dry. Chicka’s coin stack is rumoured to be flatter than a Welcome Lounge sofa, and his reputation on the trading floor? Let’s just say, if he thinks a flaunting his bust and a mini skirt are going to launch him back into elite circles, he’s in for a cold shower in the Lido.

Chicka, darling, stop chasing the credits of yesterday. You can’t 3D-print credibility, and this hotel doesn’t run on nostalgia alone.

As One Supreme Rises, the Other Falls

“When one supreme grows stronger, the other grows weaker.” Thank you, American Horror Story: Coven, for giving us the perfect tagline for this pixelated witch trial. Because honestly? This is a horror story in its own right.

The tale of the recently merged stream duo, B0bba and Wilf, has taken a dramatic turn. What was once billed as a powerhouse partnership is now a soap opera fit for late-night reruns.

On one side, we have B0bba the stream queen herself who has ditched the cancellations, turned up the volume, and now pulls in viewerships of up to 40. In Habbo terms, that’s practically Coachella. Crowds, chaos, and clout B0bba’s empire is booming.

But on the flip side, where there is a rising star, there must also be a falling one. Enter Wilf, skulking around the hotel, whispering in corridors, practically begging Habbos to boycott B0bba’s streams. Sources say he’s been counter-programming like a desperate soap villain, scheduling his own streams to clash with B0bba’s agreed slots. The betrayal! The pettiness! The popcorn-worthy drama!

And let’s not sugarcoat it, Wilf isn’t exactly starting from the throne room of streaming. No, this is the 11th place competitor we’re talking about. A streamer who, instead of lifting his brand, is allegedly plotting to drag down his partner’s. But here’s the million-credit question: does he actually have the pull to topple a supreme?

Or is Wilf’s fate sealed, doomed to slip quietly out of the top 20, paper bag mask and all, remembered only as the streamer who couldn’t beat the queen, so he tried to sabotage her instead?

One thing’s for certain: in the coven of Habbo streamers, there can only be one supreme… and right now, it isn’t looking good for Wilf.

Matthew Slaps Gold Hobba with a Gag Order

Drama, drama, drama,  and this one’s piping hot straight out of the Habbo courtroom.

Word is, tensions inside the Hotel have hit boiling point. And while disagreements are as common as wired glitches, this latest blow-up has Matthew officially losing his patience with none other than bab, the self-proclaimed queen of rare brags.

According to insiders, Matthew has had enough of the endless boasting. If it’s not a director’s chair, it’s a typo being flaunted like a status symbol. If it’s not the red amber lamp she won with 200 credits during Habbowood, it’s the Habbo.com fridge giveaway or that shiny “one of ten” gold fountain. Every win, every trinket, every flex, broadcast loud enough to echo through the Welcome Lounge.

And now? Matthew has apparently gone nuclear, issuing bab with a gag order. Yes, you read that right, a full-on, “put a sock in it” command to shut down the brag parade once and for all.

Sources whisper that Matthew’s move has divided opinion. Some say it’s long overdue, arguing that bab’s constant flexing has turned the hotel into her personal showroom.

Others call it petty, claiming Matthew simply can’t handle being outshined by gold glitz and fridge luck.

Either way, this feud has the makings of a habbo soap opera. Will bab defy the gag order and keep flaunting her collection of rares like a runway model in the Lido? Or will Matthew’s dramatic decree finally silence the boast train?

One thing is certain, the Hotel hasn’t seen courtroom theatrics this juicy since someone tried to trademark the word “bobba.”

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So, sit back, enjoy the drama, and remember, it’s all just a bit of fun!