In preface, I did go looking for this. Of my own will I registered an account and joined the game. I did this because I enjoy small furry roleplay games and I enjoy learning what makes each unique, partially because I've assisted administration on a number of similar games and want to see what others do right, what I can borrow. I had fun there, there was dirty furry pretend textual sex and gallons of juices all over my fucking pretend carpets, I've given and received come-ons not seen outside of the gulags. I've moved on and now it's time to share what I learned.
Your primer: A MUCK is a multi-user text-only chat server that takes connections via telnet. There's a little more information
on WikiFur, but to be succinct this is a MUD without combat or much code where players can have soft roleplay with each other. Once connected, the server (muck.yiffstar.com port 8888) displays the connection screen in ASCII text artwork. FurryMUCK's title is flowing script, Tapestries is displayed in tall gothic font, Sociopolitical Ramifications is written in geometric 3D (or many other forms). Yiffstar's connection screen proudly says:
YIMU ISLAND - The Yiffstar MUCK
That's it. Nothing fancy. Plain text, unlike every other MUCK ever made. Great sign. Anyway,
Yiffstar MUCK is adult-only and sexually permissive, so it allows sexual scenes in every public place on the game and invites 10 year old foxgirls with D-cups and footlong dicks to slink around in public. Not a large MUCK, the player load is around 50 characters at peak hours, half that many real players. Its registration is instant and the rules are on the connect page (also different). Creating a character will quickly drop you into the plaza, and that's 90% of the MUCK right there. Find a bench and enjoy your tour. It's the only public room in frequent use and one of very few rooms accessible from anywhere on the game without traversing a dozen other rooms. Once there you'll notice the striking variety of characters... mostly foxes and huskies and white wolves, often with multiple tails or wings and crazy eyes and insane backstories full of pain and death and OH GOOD CHRIST YOU DON'T WANT ME TO GIVE UP MY SHROUD OF MYSTERY NO SIR. These are usually "emo", an average description is like
Harlequin's or is a three-line cursory description of "wolf" and "gay", and their average taste in music ranges from wonderful modern marvels like Coheed & Cambria to superlative jerking as Panic! at the Disco. (God fucking forbid they find Pitchfork Media.) They don't roleplay, even on this roleplay MUCK. They may typefuck you if you pet their egos and put Fall Out Boy in your description. They are pretty much the best example of the average young turk of the furry subculture, someone self-absored and going absolutely nowhere in life.
Shadow Lowell here was a pretty upstanding member of the "gay emo canid" clique.
The rest of the active population is more varied, filling out
the normal old distribution with a few digimon and furry-created species (chakats, LGDs) who enjoy a much wider range of art (mostly Nekogami) and hobbies (petfucking, target shooting, tae-kwan-do). The histories are DEEP PAIN AND POWERFUL SECRETS or missing entirely (and then you're just having sex with the neckbeard), the powers are world changing and demonic, the dragons are mentally broken and they are actually not making that up. Some are very young, many probably there in spite of the 18+ only rule, despite token efforts to track down kids already banned from Tapestries. Some have been around and are totally on the top of the pole, differing opinions definitely indicate mental disease also GAR GAR GAR RELIGION IS EVIL FUCKING HELL I'M SMART. Some hold little harems of mindless attention-starved kids in sprawling incestual families, see the trademark totally original violet fur and extra tail disease spreading around and people threatening to kill when someone smiles at a family member. Play revolves around characters with cosmic powers trying to unlock them and power up to defeat their fathers or games where everyone chases around one invincible demon while they look like huge pansies. While there is good roleplay (even non-sexual HO SHIT) to be had and there are genuinely good people here, they are definitely a minority. Like a straight guy at Folsom Street Fair who only likes the leather. Like an Eric Schwartz pic with feet that resemble actual feet. Like a day when FurAffinity is working.
The administration is courteous and competent. The powerheads, the retards, and the completely useless fucks have been fired. The problem is a lot of the shit from the old days is still in place, and for any decisions more complicated than telling kids to take video game chat to the out-of-character channel (NORMAL CHAT IS FOR STARING AT EACH OTHER AND HUGGING ONLY) are pretty much out of the hands of the staff. All actual decisions and actions are monopolized by the head administrator Toumal who runs the main Yiffstar site and doesn't really give a god damn about the MUCK so long as he's getting the requisite 40 blowjobs per minute on his fat-canopied two inch dick. Programs are broken or just stupid. No one gets banned. People can and do get away with murder. People who really, desperately need to be banned and maimed and nailed to the ceilings of their dirtshacks are given little slaps on the wrists then invited to parade back onto the MUCK and continue shitting any attempts by the staff to create a decent game. Dramawhores, scenefags, and cliques that would last maybe a week on Tapestries thrive and are invited to stay on Yiffstar MUCK. The staff hate them, but hands are tied by the bloated head whale. The stupidity is a real, tangible object there. It's stifling. It may be a good place to look for roleplay if you enjoy Kit & Kay Boodle, else Yiffstar is at best a friendlier and far more brain-damaged MUCK than the older and larger systems. Get your typefucking there if you must. Act like a complete spaz, hug anything that moves, subject yourself to shit with a huge grin, and you will go far.
It is, I believe, a brand new system. A brand new system that's appaently been up for years and has yet to (and may never) get its shit together. Furry was over these problems by 1992. Tapestries got their shit in gear to become NUMBAH ONE TYPESEX DESTINATION when Vanity Fair was still a new deal to furries. Going there brings you shame when so many better alternatives to text-based furry games and dick-stroking contests exist. It is the last resort of a last resort which I generally enjoy, it is pathetic and it is utterly devoid of good rationality and sense.
Yiffstar, you made me respect Tapestries for what it does. You feel bad for what you do, and you should, but you are beyond forgiveness. My wolftaur will be in the Herm Haven if you need me.