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Virtual Love
Virtual Love began as a groundbreaking project in the waning days of Flash, only to be abruptly stalled when the platform was retired—halting years of effort for us and countless creators.
Now, combining legacy experience with modern tools like Unity and AI, we’re back on track and closer than ever to realizing the original vision. Video production is already underway, with dozens more in active planning.
Our focus is on delivering curated, long-form scenes designed for both seamless video playback and future integration into custom apps and immersive, interactive environments.
Expect regular updates as new content goes live and the platform expands—this time with the momentum to last.
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- New Encounters
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CLIPS
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VIDEOS
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![The Ranar System [4,500 PCS]](https://hthstudios.com/website/wp-content/uploads/2026/01/Vaultus.webp)
The Ranar System [4,500 PCS]

Click Timeline To Enlarge The Ran System:
Before the coming of the Cataclysmic Object—called Doom by the survivors—Ran presided over a family of worlds in rough alignment.The system boasted planets as varied as the ambitions of their folk: worlds of storm and chemical sea, of verdant forest and rising empires, of savage law and decadent peace. Some bore moons, others rings, some nothing at all but the weight of their own history.
Before the age of doom, Ran’s children moved in stately order, each world bearing its own silent ambitions.
[Inner Resource Worlds]
I. Yalar
The first planet of the Ran system was nothing more than a primordial sphere, wrapped in a choking viridian atmosphere—a world locked in chemical tumult, eternally hostile to biology. Nothing seeded, nothing stirred; the surface swam with toxic clouds and silence.II. Tyvex
The second planet of the Ran system rose out of ancient swamps. In its earliest age, the lowlands seethed with amphibian life, forms poised at the brink of transformation—half-dreaming of legs, lungs, and dominion beyond the mire. The world’s hunger was primordial, its promise uncertain, its waters thick with unspent potential.III. Illynar
The third planet of the Ran system, Illynar was a garden world. Forests ran unbroken for leagues; river valleys bred life in profusion. Tribal cultures traced their beginnings along the watercourses, and two distinct peoples edged toward the first, uncertain glimmers of civilization. The world was green, vital, and poised for memory.[The Imperial Worlds]
Thanator & Kydahn
These planets did not simply cultivate their own soils or histories; they radiated ambition, dominating their neighbors by design and force.Thanator’s society was relentless—a machinery of conquest, where the refinement of imperial law met a culture of violence that penetrated every institution, from the blood-sport of noble courts to the conscription of whole continents for war. Every festival was edged with cruelty; every law enforced with the threat of steel.
Kydahn, no less ruthless, secured mastery through intellect and precision. Where Thanator flexed, Kydahn calculated, applying superior artifice and administration with a cold authority that tolerated no defiance. Dissent was not crushed in public spectacle, but erased by systems so intricate that challenge became unthinkable. The rivalry between these twin powers dictated the fate of the system; the history of every lesser world was bent by the reach of their fleets and the legacy of defeat they imposed.
The other planets in the Ran system did not orbit only their star, but the gravitational pull of Thanator and Kydahn—the true axis of power. Their ambitions, wars, and bargains shaped the order of all things, and only the Cataclysm could render such striving meaningless. When Doom came, even the greatest designs were stripped of purpose, and dominion became just another memory lost in the dark.
IV. Vandyrus
The fourth planet of the Ran system, Vandyrus was never the heart of empire. It was neither cradle nor capital, but a frontier—provincial, harsh, and unsettled. The planet’s surface was scarred by halls of stone, ziggurats raised to cruel gods, and fortress-cities clinging to the edge of survival. Wolf dens in Vulsa, the lion courts, the serpent vaults beneath Drael—all these were experimental holdings, not homelands. Vandyrus, even in its height, was a deployment site at the rim of greater dominion, a foothold within the outer grasp of the vanished Empire of Vandyria. If there ever was a true Vandyrian homeworld, its name and location have been lost beyond memory—consumed, perhaps, by their own engines of expansion or annihilated in the chaos that followed their collapse.The Moon of Artana
Artana, Vandyrus’s principal moon, was a world on the threshold. From the surface of Vandyrus, distant watchers sometimes saw faint glimmers—evidence of fire, movement, or the first stirrings of civilization. The moon’s surface was scarred and pitted, but some believed enclaves or primitive settlements were beginning to rise. To the Vandyrians, Artana was a mystery—an object of speculation, never fully understood or mapped.V. Kydahn
Kydahn, the fifth planet of the Ran system, was a power to rival Thanator—some say its better. The world stood apart: decadent, proud, and technologically sovereign, its cities towers of silent threat and intricate demonstration. Kydahn’s influence checked the ambitions of the system not through open conquest, but through mastery. Its authority was absolute; its reputation, a warning.VI. Rethka
Rethka was a planet defined by contempt. It served the Ran system as a penal world and industrial graveyard—a dumping ground for toxic waste, spent fuel, heavy metals, and those folk deemed too despised, too dangerous, or too inconvenient to be allowed to die anywhere else. Its surface was scarred by slag fields, poisoned seas, and sealed labor zones where survival itself was considered part of the sentence. Nothing was cultivated here except suffering and neglect.VII. Titanum & Its Moons Thanator & Jotun
Titanum, the sixth planet of the Ran system, was a gas giant whose secrets eluded even the most ambitious empires. Its atmosphere roiled with storms of unimaginable violence, colored bands wrapping a world whose depths remained unmeasured. Some speculated at a hollow core, others at a rocky or even artificial heart, but no expedition ever returned with proof. Around Titanum orbited two major moons, Thanator and Jotun—each the seat of its own troubled history.Thanator
First Moon of Titanum
Thanator was the jewel of the Ran system—a moon-empire whose palaces soared above jungle canopies and whose civilization was both feared and envied.
Here, violence was refined into art, and debauchery became the science of courts and warlords. Thanator’s fleets ranged far; its reputation shaped the fates of worlds. Admired by some, abhorred by others, Thanator was never ignored.
Jotun
Second Moon of Titanum
Jotun, the outer moon of Titanum and sister to Thanator, was always the system’s outcast. Cold, sparse, and battered by distance and neglect, Jotun’s surface supported a thin, marginal existence. Its people—never numerous—endured through endurance alone, their societies shaped more by privation and retreat than by ambition or conquest. Even in the high age of Thanator’s empire, Jotun remained peripheral: an afterthought, a harsh frontier at the edge of the system’s true power.
VIII. Rywar
Rywar was a distant, silent planet, its only features the colossal ruins of a civilization that vanished long before any known record in the Ran system. No living ecosystem ever emerged; the world’s surface remained an archive of emptiness, observed but never settled. In the golden ages of Thanator and Kydahn—millennia before Doom—expeditions from both worlds explored Rywar, uncovering glyphs and structures unmistakably marked by the Greater Vandyrian Empire.These findings dated back nearly three hundred million years, predating the rise of Thanator or Kydahn themselves. Automated fleets—drones and colonial starter systems—had once landed here, mapping and surveying Rywar as a potential hub for Vandyrian expansion.
Vandyrus itself, it is now believed, was originally little more than a designated outpost—its name the legacy of imperial logistics, not of origin or birthright. By the time Thanatorian explorers set foot on Rywar, the automated presence of the Greater Empire had long failed, and what remained of the ancient installations was already decayed by time.
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The Ro’Edyn Cycle

Introduction This is how Roedon first learned itself—through song, tale, and voice echoing across the long dark. The Ro’Edyne Cycle is no chronology, but the living heart of the north: mythic, tragic, and half in jest, spun by bards before dates were kept and memory could thin. Here are the stories that made the folk, teaching them not what happened, but what it meant. If the written history is bone, this is the blood—singing out what survived the storm, and naming what was lost.
The
Ro’Edyne Cycle–NOW AVAILABLE–
–COMING SOON–
II. The Culling of King Thyun
III. The Test of Enthybyrbis
IV. The Founding of The Fearless
V. The Fall of Valbara
VI. Kai-Kha’Lybahn
VII. A Hall of myth and legend
VIII. The little Tymerian war
IX. Trade Hell from Varduun
X. That Cold Northern Attrition
XI. Beware Bleak Mundaynum
I. The Tale of The High Halls
Once—
Once, long, long ago, back in the days, when people believed,
before maps learned to lie, before memory learned to thin,
there was a wager made in halls now lost,
a boast called out, a promise kept in laughter and in stone.Sing, sing, spirits of legends old—
sing of the giants who walked the black waters,
dragging the ships of Ro’Edyne ashore,
their laughter shaking the bones of the world,
their labor set in the mountain’s heart.Sing—of hands that cut thunder into stone,
of halls raised with ships for rafters,
of swords not as threats but as covenants,
set deep so the land would remember who built,
who bled, and who left.Sing—of the revel, of the mirth that shook the heights,
of the horns that called the giants westward,
of promises made not in fear, but in the joy of great work finished.
And when the war-whistles sounded,
sing how the giants turned, stone-faced and sure,
stepping into myth as the mountains bowed low.Sing—of those who remained:
the daughters of Londorai, proud and wild,
who lingered when their kin marched to their end,
who gave and were given, weaving new blood into Roedon’s earth,
standing beside the folk who remembered,
not the deed, but the story.Sing—of the halls left behind,
of the stones set by hands now dust,
of ships buried as bones,
of swords deep as vows,
of the covenant never quite broken—
that Ro’Edon would stand back to back with the world
should war come again.Once, long, long ago, back in the days, when people believed,
the High Halls were raised,
not for the keeping of kings or the counting of years,
but to show the world that those who have no history
can build their own,
and name it true,
and sing it so.Now, as the halls of Vulsa ring with new voices,
as banners rise that will not bow,
the tale lingers—half jest, half prayer—
a promise built on laughter, loss, and the stubborn refusal to let myth die.
So let them say Ro’Edon is a land with no past—
the stones remember.
The water remembers.
And as long as the song is sung,
the High Halls stand.
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STRUCTURE: ZERO
On Mythic Evolution
The erosion of myth has been a long, visible process, and the disconnect some readers feel between Crow’s current workflow and what they remember from his Flash and Newgrounds era is real. This journal exists to address that plainly.
Crow’s work was never meant to terminate at small browser games. Even in the early 2000s, when High Tail Hall first took shape, the trajectory was already pointed toward something larger: persistent worlds, coherent mythic structures, and settings with memory and consequence. What never changed was the core principle that these worlds must remain enjoyable, usable, and rewarding for the communities that inhabit them over time.
Modern myth was not in its present condition in the early 2000s. There was still coherence, restraint, and an understanding of myth as structure rather than branding. Crow’s position is blunt: the Star Wars cycle he valued peaked roughly between 1997 and 2005 and never recovered. This is not an internet-hot take or nostalgia reflex.
It is the judgment of someone who has watched enough cultural cycles rise, hollow out, and collapse to recognize terminal decline. There is a real failure threshold—once audience rejection crosses a certain point, a canon no longer heals. It fossilizes. At that stage, revival becomes simulation, not restoration.
This pattern has repeated across modern franchises. Star Wars persists on life support, animated primarily by reputation and memory. Star Trek survives as a self-parody, reproducing surface aesthetics while abandoning its internal logic.
Lord of the Rings drifts without a clear audience or identity. These outcomes were not accidents of time. They were the predictable result of corporate systems that treat myth as an extractable resource rather than a living structure. Myth cannot survive that treatment indefinitely.
Crow is explicit about who he is and where this work comes from. He emerged from the Flash-era internet as a cyberspace pornographer, producing small, sharp adult games for a narrow but dedicated audience. He does not distance himself from that history. He rejects the premise that this background disqualifies him from mythic work.
Historically, myth has always been carried forward by figures outside polite institutions: outsiders, degenerates, mercenaries, poets, and people deemed unfit by gatekeepers. Institutional consensus has rarely been the source of durable myth.
The ambition to operate at a mythic scale did not appear recently. What appeared recently was the technology to support it. The acceleration some readers have noticed is not impulsive; it is deferred momentum. Decades of abandoned plans, constrained ideas, and unrealized structures are now viable. That includes megastructures, planetary-scale conflict, ancient feuds, long arcs, and settings that remember what happened to them.
It also includes sex and adult content integrated into the myth rather than segregated as an embarrassment. Crow’s position is that these elements were never incompatible; only modern corporate myth pretends they are.
This is not resignation. It is escalation. The mishandling of modern mythic franchises is not abstract theory; it has unfolded in real time. The end state is consistent: myth reduced to product, product reduced to poor product, and poor product reduced to infantilized sludge. When the work is dismissed as “AI slop,” the accusation fails because it assumes a landscape where comparable projects exist at this scale, with this level of continuity and risk. They largely do not. The absence is precisely why this work exists.
Crow’s argument regarding Star Wars is specific. It was never merely “for children” in the way it is now defended. It was a family myth that made room for children without evacuating darkness, loss, brutality, or consequence. Limbs were severed. Worlds were destroyed. Death mattered. Those elements were not incidental; they were foundational. When they were stripped away, the myth lost its gravity. That loss is not trivial, and it is not recoverable through branding alone.
Crow accepts the possibility of failure—total, public, irreversible failure. He considers that preferable to waiting for corporations with vastly greater resources to act responsibly and choosing not to, again and again.
The projects moving forward are adult by design. They are mythic by intent. They are allowed to be dangerous, sexual, grand, and uncomfortable. They are not built to satisfy quarterly risk assessments. No permission is required to make them, and no credible authority exists to prevent them.
This journal exists to clarify that position. What follows is not reactionary content, trend-chasing, or nostalgia mining. It is the continuation of a long trajectory that finally has the tools to support its own weight. Crow did not arrive here accidentally. He arrived here because he understood that this was the only direction left that still made sense.
To be clear, this is not an attempt to compete with Star Wars on its own terms. Crow’s intent is to operate in a space that corporate franchises can no longer access, let alone control. What is being built here is a line of premium works—adult, uncompromised, and structurally coherent—that institutions bound to risk committees, brand management, and shareholder appeasement are fundamentally incapable of producing. That is not bravado; it is a simple consequence of how those systems function.
Crow’s position is that creators and audiences alike deserve better than endless myth recycling in service of entities that have neither the courage nor the capacity to protect what they own. The point is not to eclipse the great sci-fi myths of the past. It may never do that, and it does not need to. What matters is that the work retains its integrity—myth built with intent, continuity, and consequence rather than diluted into focus-tested sludge.
This is not about replacement. It is about refusal. Refusal to submit to creative servitude, refusal to hollow out meaning for scale, and refusal to pretend that degraded myth is the best we can do. If nothing else, these works will stand as proof that coherence, adulthood, and conviction are still possible. Crow understands the limits. He also understands the obligation. Integrity, at this stage, is not optional—it is the minimum.
The retro projects are not just legacy obligations; they actively support the broader creative process. As they are revisited and stabilized, the combined lore of the classic settings is being clarified, expanded, and documented in a more permanent form. Over the coming months, that material will be fleshed out directly on the website, giving long-fragmented ideas a coherent home rather than leaving them scattered across dead platforms and half-remembered builds.
Moving forward, the output will be broader and more consistent in form, even if the releases themselves remain staggered. You should expect a steady flow of general content: development journals, workflow updates, and deeper lore entries alongside video material, audio erotica, and the next generation of interactive experiences.
This is not a pivot away from games, but an expansion of how the worlds are communicated and inhabited while those games are being brought properly up to speed.
Many of you have supported this work for a long time. That support is remembered, and it matters. The patience and dedication shown over the years are not being taken for granted, and you will see the results of that commitment as the upcoming lineup reaches demo-ready form and begins releasing in a more tangible way.
For those who are newer to the project, the recent increase in released material is intentional and expected to continue. As tooling improves, workflows stabilize, and external platform costs become more predictable and manageable, Crow expects both output and cadence to increase. This is the natural result of foundational systems finally locking into place after a long period of instability.
During this phase of active development and structural reinforcement, support through Patreon directly helps keep HTH Studios moving forward. It allows more frequent updates, clearer communication,
and a steady flow of material without forcing premature changes onto the “classic IP’s”.
Vaultus, in particular, will see more regular updates, serving as the space where stylistically experimental work can live and evolve without compromising the integrity of the legacy settings.
Thank you for joining us. We hope you have found this more “direct” format of behind the scenes dev-journal informative, and we will have more for you soon. take care, and as always, thank yu for playing.
This entry into the vaultus archives has been made possible by the collaborative efforts of both man and machine. AI was utilized specifically to assemble and compile vast amounts of notes and data as part of the editorial process over seen and posted in it’s current form
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Misty Meadows
- GALLERIES
- EROTICA
- INTERVIEWS
Overview
Misty Meadows, born Zelda Silvermane, remains one of the most iconic and mythologized stars of the 1980s adult industry. Known for her luminous white coat, striking figure, and radiant warmth, she became the era’s “Queen of Interspecies Porn.” Though her life was short, her legacy has endured far beyond her passing—fans and fellow stars alike still cite her as one of the most beautiful females to ever grace the screen.
Early Career

Zelda began appearing in non-adult roles as a teenager, often cast in the background of low-budget exploitation films. Sunburn Road (1982) and a brief cameo in Deer Friends gave her first on-screen exposure, though both productions left her disillusioned with mainstream film.
By 1981–82, her figure had developed into the curvaceous form that would make her famous. Pendragon Entertainment quickly signed her, and within months she was starring in full-fledged adult features. Officially, she was 18 at debut—though for decades, fans and critics have whispered that some of her earliest filmed work may have been shot while she was still underage. The truth was never confirmed, but the rumor only added to her legend.
Career in Adult Films
From 1982 to 1992, Misty Meadows became one of Pendragon’s most bankable stars. Her combination of buxom beauty and warm, enthusiastic performances made her an instant fan favorite.
Selected Filmography:- Hampton Harlots (1982)
- Mare Necessities (1982)
- Rut N’ Butt (1982)
- Mess Makers (1983)
- Misty Meadows Rodeo Diary (1983)
- Wolf Nuts for Mare Butts (1984)
- Legendary Loads(1984)
- Wink (1984)
- Juicy Treats (1985)
- Tiger Nuts for Mare Butts (1985)
- Balls Deep in Misty Meadows (1986)
- Legendary Loads II (1986)
- Learning Curves (1986)
- Mare Next Door (1987)
- Bear Nuts for Mare Butts (1987)
- The Roughest Rider (1988)
- Drum Doll (1988)
- Learning Curves II : Summer Schooling (1988)
- Bull Nuts for Mare Butts (1989)
- Cream Coated Cunts (1989)
- Stable Mates (1989)
- Bare Assed Breedings (1990)
- Stepmother Sins (1990)
- Bosslady (1990)
- Riding Bareback (1991)
- Massive Nuts for Mare Butts (1991)
- American Cumjunkies III (1991)
- Untold Seductions: A Tale of Sword & Sorcery (1991)
- Secret Secretary (1991)
- Untold Seductions: A Tale of Sword & Sorcery (1991)
- Pegasus Moment (1992)
During her peak, Misty was more than a porn star—she was a recognizable name outside the industry. She graced magazine covers, appeared in music videos, and even became the unofficial face of the Japanese soft drink New Solar Fire in 1990.
Style & Persona
Unlike many of her contemporaries, Misty’s appeal wasn’t built on scandal or detachment—her enduring charm came from her warmth. She smiled easily, connected with fans, and radiated joy in her performances. On-screen, she was both glamorous and approachable, the kind of star who seemed to genuinely love her work.
Retirement & Decline
Misty retired in 1992, citing “health concerns.” Later accounts tied her withdrawal to the infamous Shane Rider herpes outbreak of that summer. She relocated to Denver, Colorado, where she slipped quietly out of the public eye.
Death
On January 5, 1998, Misty was found dead in her Denver condo by her longtime friend and co-star Debra Dallas. The official ruling was accidental overdose: a lethal mix of alcohol and prescription insomnia medication. She was only 33 years old.
Legacy
Misty Meadows’ influence is impossible to overstate. She is remembered as the warm, radiant face of an industry often associated with exploitation. Her tragic death only heightened her mythic status, and to this day, her name is spoken with reverence.
- Tanya Winters, Anne Tayven, and Jeanette Hayes all credit Misty as their inspiration to join the industry.
- Her fan clubs and magazine retrospectives continue to circulate decades after her last film.
- For many, she remains the definitive image of 1980s adult entertainment: a star whose beauty, warmth, and tragedy made her immortal.

Misty Meadows
Legal Name: Zelda Silvermane
Born: Oct 19, 1964
Died:Jan 5, 1998
Species: Equine Mare
Coat: White & Silver
Nationality: Israeli–American
Era Active: 1982–1992
Studios: Pendragon Entertainment, J Lang Productions, IndependentGALLERIES
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VAULTUS is finally coming online
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