A Play in the Life... of Animal Crossing

[brilokuloj]

Making Memories

Yeahhh, I don’t think I want you showing anyone that letter. I think it would be really nice if you didn’t do that.

Tom Nook wants me to advertise on the bulletin board in front of my house. Inspiration strikes. I know just the glowing advertisement to give him!

Yup, that’s good. That’s really good. I don’t think anyone’s gonna be forgetting that one any time soon.

And that’s it! I finished the tutorial! Now the great big wild world is truly my Boyster, and I’m going to spend my free time the way you’ve been waiting for: decorating my house with the shitty free furniture I’ve gotten from my neighbors.

Here it is: an Amongus, a tumbleweed, and some slightly more hospitable flooring.

The first day that I finally moved into my own apartment, I had no furniture except for what I could carry in a single U-Haul. As such, my first independent meal was takeout pizza eaten voraciously off of a plastic picnic table. It was shit and I was miserable, but it was home.

Animal Crossing has taught me a new thing to tell my self-care app I’m grateful for: at least I had more furniture than an Amongus and a tumbleweed.

Goodnight, Tom. Thanks for storing the record of all known existence for me.