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- Posted: Tue, 14 Sep 2004 07:15:35 +0000
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Welcome to the Ferotter Bar, where our drinks brew life!
ANNOUNCEMENT:
So I bet everybody was wondering where I went x.W Well...first school became hectic, and then in the middle of it my computer died. I lost everything when it crashed, including all of my ferotter growths and my art program. And I'm too broke to buy a new program, at least right now.
So here's the problem--for now, all growth, new sales, customs, and everything else, are on indefinite hiatus until I can fix this problem. There's only three options available to me: 1. Close the shop, 2. Hire a colorist and co-owner, or 3. Sell the shop.
Please vote honestly in the poll, and PM me if you'd be interested in either co-owning or buying the shop, and we'll see what we can do. I really wish I could make this work out better....stupid computer errors. Thanks everyone smile
Well, ferotters are small, playful, ferret-like creatures that start their life in a shotglass of a particular alcoholic beverage. After some time of stillness, the alcohol renders a tiny, fuzzy lifeform, that grows up into a sleek adult--don't ask us how it works, it's just the mysticism of our brew.
Intrigued? Feel free to look around, pull up a stool, have a beer...and be careful not to swallow a little fuzzy ferotter!
1. Introduction, Contents, and Story
2. Rules and Blacklist
3. Samples, Lifestages, and Prices
4. Flatsale, Auction, and Raffle info
5. FAQ, Owner List and Mailing List
6. Breeding
7. Shop/Items
8. About the owner
9. Affiliates
I bet you're wondering how we discovered these little critters, aren't you? Well...allow me to explain.
Some people say the answers are at the bottom of the bottle, and all you have to is drink it down to find the reason behind it all. We've never found an answer in all our searching...but during the life of the bar, we have found some rather strange things floating about in our stock.
It started with a bottle of spiced rum, aged and half-forgotten, that I poured myself one night for a party. The shot sat on the counter, forgotten as my attentions were diverted elsewhere, and was totally ignored for a stretch of days. When I finally got around to doing the dishes...there it was, floating in my rum--some small little fuzzball. Frightened of this and worried about whatever kind of mold can survive in alcohol, I left the shot glass be....
...Soon, the creature inside had grown large enough to tip over its glass, spilling the remainder of the rum across the counter. There, sopping wet in the puddle of sticky alcohol, was a tiny little ferret. I took it, dried it off, and decided to raise it as a pet.
Well, that got us to wondering what ELSE could come of old alcohol; experimenting, we set out shots of various kinds, waiting to see what would come. And sure enough...more little ferret-creatures sprung forth. There was something strange at work here, something strange indeed...
The OOC story:
This all started when a good friend of mine and I were at a party, partaking in the drinking and having a good time. Pyro, my friend, had perhaps a little too much and got sick. The rest of us, concerned, leaned over and asked her, "You okay, kid?"
To which she replied, in a half-moan, "I feel like a dead ferret!"
The quote stuck with her ever since.
Not so long ago, insomnia and sobriety mixed with unwashed dishes, and at 4:00 AM the concept for an original, if twisted, breedable was born. Sad, huh?
Welcome to the Ferotter Bar, where our drinks brew life!
ANNOUNCEMENT:
So I bet everybody was wondering where I went x.W Well...first school became hectic, and then in the middle of it my computer died. I lost everything when it crashed, including all of my ferotter growths and my art program. And I'm too broke to buy a new program, at least right now.
So here's the problem--for now, all growth, new sales, customs, and everything else, are on indefinite hiatus until I can fix this problem. There's only three options available to me: 1. Close the shop, 2. Hire a colorist and co-owner, or 3. Sell the shop.
Please vote honestly in the poll, and PM me if you'd be interested in either co-owning or buying the shop, and we'll see what we can do. I really wish I could make this work out better....stupid computer errors. Thanks everyone smile
Well, ferotters are small, playful, ferret-like creatures that start their life in a shotglass of a particular alcoholic beverage. After some time of stillness, the alcohol renders a tiny, fuzzy lifeform, that grows up into a sleek adult--don't ask us how it works, it's just the mysticism of our brew.
Intrigued? Feel free to look around, pull up a stool, have a beer...and be careful not to swallow a little fuzzy ferotter!
Table of Contents
1. Introduction, Contents, and Story
2. Rules and Blacklist
3. Samples, Lifestages, and Prices
4. Flatsale, Auction, and Raffle info
5. FAQ, Owner List and Mailing List
6. Breeding
7. Shop/Items
8. About the owner
9. Affiliates
I bet you're wondering how we discovered these little critters, aren't you? Well...allow me to explain.
The Story
Some people say the answers are at the bottom of the bottle, and all you have to is drink it down to find the reason behind it all. We've never found an answer in all our searching...but during the life of the bar, we have found some rather strange things floating about in our stock.
It started with a bottle of spiced rum, aged and half-forgotten, that I poured myself one night for a party. The shot sat on the counter, forgotten as my attentions were diverted elsewhere, and was totally ignored for a stretch of days. When I finally got around to doing the dishes...there it was, floating in my rum--some small little fuzzball. Frightened of this and worried about whatever kind of mold can survive in alcohol, I left the shot glass be....
...Soon, the creature inside had grown large enough to tip over its glass, spilling the remainder of the rum across the counter. There, sopping wet in the puddle of sticky alcohol, was a tiny little ferret. I took it, dried it off, and decided to raise it as a pet.
Well, that got us to wondering what ELSE could come of old alcohol; experimenting, we set out shots of various kinds, waiting to see what would come. And sure enough...more little ferret-creatures sprung forth. There was something strange at work here, something strange indeed...
The OOC story:
This all started when a good friend of mine and I were at a party, partaking in the drinking and having a good time. Pyro, my friend, had perhaps a little too much and got sick. The rest of us, concerned, leaned over and asked her, "You okay, kid?"
To which she replied, in a half-moan, "I feel like a dead ferret!"
The quote stuck with her ever since.
Not so long ago, insomnia and sobriety mixed with unwashed dishes, and at 4:00 AM the concept for an original, if twisted, breedable was born. Sad, huh?
