"...was grappling with his consciousness the way one grapples with a lost bar of soap in the bath."
- Douglas Adams
I have been playing this browser game intermittently since 2008. I make my own avatars.
This is why they are dodgy!
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Please no random friend requests. Please only send game-related private messages, I promise I will answer these.
Please remember not to rely on Howrse players for health and medical advice.
All horses are for sale. Private message me with an appropriate offer if you would like to treat. The exception is obviously team horses, which cannot be sold above sales GP.
Please enjoy your day and your game.
"To persons standing alone on a hill during a clear midnight such as this, the roll of the world eastward is almost a palpable movement. The sensation may be caused by the panoramic glide of the stars past earthly objects, which is perceptible in a few minutes of stillness, or by the better outlook upon space that a hill affords, or by the wind, or by the solitude; but whatever be its origin the impression of riding along is vivid and abiding. The poetry of motion is a phrase much in use, and to enjoy the epic form of that gratification it is necessary to stand on a hill at a small hour of the night, and, having first expanded with a sense of difference from the mass of civilized mankind, who are dreamwrapt and disregardful of all such proceedings at this time, long and quietly watch your stately progress through the stars. After such a nocturnal reconnoitre it is hard to get back to earth, and to believe that the consciousness of such majestic speeding is derived from a tiny human frame."
- Thomas Hardy