Final Furlong (FF) is a horse racing SIM unlike any other. Campaign your stable of horses, either created yourself or hailing from established lines. Found your own breeding empire by tapping into established lines or beginning your own. Done breeding? FF's unique post-career showing system will keep your favorites active for even longer! The sky is the limit here on FF and we look forward to you joining us. Welcome! :) Join our Discord server here: https://discord.gg/4GV5V6Z
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Cruisey
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Sunfrost
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Lolly
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Races close on Mondays at 9PM EST! Our Next Sale Begins: January Y22.
02/05/23 We're almost ready to kick off the New Year here at Final Furlong! The New Years Sale is still OPEN for bids - lots of ponies needing homes! As well, we're hoping to close January Week One races by MONDAY, FEBRUARY 6. However, if we need to extend closing date so more people can get entered, just let us know in the Discord. In addition to getting your pages ready, don't forget to use your bonus points if you'd like!
01/29/23 Congratulations to KENREN for winning the Y21 Breeders' Cup Betting Contest! You've won a breeding reserve to FIFTY DREAMS (Firestone Stud) and 2x 2 furlong extensions + 5 bonus horse points! Lolly finished 2nd, and Cruisey finished 3rd.
12/08/22 The Breeder's Cup Betting Contest will make a return for Y21!!! It'll be a little bit different because of the new points system, but get ready for some end of year fun 😄
11/21/22 Entries for the New Year Sale are now open! We know it seems a bit early, but with life things we're going to need time to make sure things are right lol. Please follow the link here: https://final-furlong.proboards.com/thread/2304/y22-new-year-sale
08/20/22 Judging has been the basis for issues for a long time - taking too long, drama regarding results, bias, etc. Kenren has attempted to put a points system together that keeps the spirit of our system while streamlining and standardizing the process. It's a lot to take in, but once you get in the swing of it, preparing pages with these points takes way less time than doing a layout change lol! If you have any questions, please post them in the judging-help channel on Discord for now. If anyone needs help with anything, please let an admin know! We would like to give everyone one week to get things settled, and then we would like to run July Wk 2 using this system closing 8/27/22 (or earlier if everyone is ready). If it works out, we would like to run two game weeks per RL week to get things moving! Thank you all so much for being her!e
07/27/22 To start July off fresh, we've been playing around with a new theme for Final Furlong! Make sure to check out 'Sonorous' under your profile ❤️ Feel free to use whatever theme works best for yourself. We can't wait to get back to racing!
07/21/22 it's official! We're back! It looks like June Wk 4 was almost fully judged, so make sure you get that updated if you hadn't! We will plan to close the next week (July Wk 1) on Thursday, August 4th. This close day may change, but it's not a bad place to start! For now we'll be doing one game week per RL week to get back into things. Please remember that starting the second half of the year, 3yos can compete against older horses without automatic lower placements.
As an aside, because this is fairly sudden after a whole year, we will not be allowing reclaims on horses for members not currently active for a few months. We will readdress this going forward if needed. Thank you all for understanding!
07/08/22 GO answer the poll ❤️ https://final-furlong.proboards.com/thread/2232/ff-restart-poll
Blonde hair was tucked away from her gaze as the woman leant forward to peer out of the office window; triggered by the sound of brakes and tires rolling on gravel. There was a truck outside. A horse truck. And Leo was meeting the driver with eager expectation, the duo shaking hands and exchanging paperwork. What on earth was going on? Connie grabbed her jacket off her chair and hurried out of the small stand-alone office building, too curious to even bother closing the door. Her dog, an australian kelpie named Hansel, followed eagerly behind.
The trailer door was dropped by the time she had reached Leo’s side. “Leo, what is this?” she enquired, appearing somewhat concerned - they hadn’t purchased any new horses, and in fact the duo had agreed to take things slowly with Highgrove recently. Leo’s response was entirely Leo; an over the shoulder half-smile of mischievous intent and a firm pat on Connies back. He hadn’t bothered to answer apparently, as a huge, dark bay stallion was unloaded first. The horse was an easy 17hh, and Sam quickly appeared from down the path to collect him.
Connie might have recognised the stallion if she wasn’t so shocked. Leo hadn’t mentioned anything about new breeding stock, and even if he had it was always a joint decision as to what horses they chose to purchase. “Leo seriously what is going on?” there was a touch more seriousness in her voice now, which guided her head trainer back to her side; he nudged her softly with his shoulder, “Look.”
Well, the rarity of the mare’s colour was all that was needed to reveal her identity. The transport worker walked the tall palomino off the truck without any fuss. Connie’s hands clapped to her cheeks, and she found herself staring at the obedient mare in complete disbelief; So Far Afar. The most peculiarly coloured filly was one of the first foals they had bred. A foal with very average breeding to be perfectly honest and it undoubtedly had shown in her partial lack of desire to run during training. Regardless, she was a reliable horse with a charming disposition and one Connie had been very fond of.
Leo wrapped Connie in a somewhat forceful hug, whilst the woman continued to stare in shock. Sofie was nothing of the picture she remembered; baby-like and gangly in prime racing fitness. She had grown up. Her haunches were strong and round, and her face was entirely changed; mature, gentle. The woman wriggled out of Leo’s grasp to run a hand down the mare’s blazed nose, “Who else is in that truck Leo?” Something that was a little less charming no doubt, as somebody within was kicking at the walls. She tried to peer inside and could just make out two more horse shapes; one perhaps a chestnut and the one behind it much darker.
Leo took Sofie off the transport man to allow him to unload the third horse. As soon as that mare’s face was turned outwards, Connie crumbled. Yet again she was frozen in awe, but this time tears had welled in her eyes and she seemed paralysed with emotion. Leo could sense it no doubt, and having passed So Far Afar onto their groom, approached his friend with a teasing punch to her shoulder. “I wanted to surprise you, I thought you’d be happy to see her.” His boss was overcome with happiness. Fever Pitch was bred by Connie’s grandfather and was one of Highgrove’s first horses to run after Geoff’s death. It wasn’t just that, but also the fact that she was possibly the kindest horse the pair had trained and Connie was always so attached to her. Fever Pitch was never meant to leave. Even in her prime she was a vital source of comfort to the young horses in training. She worked almost as a track pony for them, completely disregarding their silliness and calming their nerves with her cool air. Connie said she would never part with her, but circumstances meant it was the best thing for the horse at the time, and her replacement trainers had done so well to finish the mare’s career and retire her sound and healthy. No longer a deer stunned in headlights, the blonde woman rushed to the mares side to shower her in affection, and anybody might guess the horse remembered her old friend.
“I’m so happy you did this Leo,” she was eternally grateful. Highgrove was but a shadow of it’s old self. But with these few horses back, it felt more like home. But when her eyes finally left Fever Pitch’s familiar face, she turned to see Leo rubbing his hands together in enthusiastic expectation. What was last to come off the truck? Connie lead Fever out of the way as a tall, black beauty was delivered straight into Leo’s waiting hands. She greeted him with pinned ears and an attempted shoulder barge. Bohemian Rhapsody. Connie could pick that beauty anywhere; and my goodness did she look amazing! So mature, rounded - glossy. Leo loved that filly, she had thrived under his training and he had always had a passion for working with her. Now, she had returned home to continue her legacy.