I still remember my first one Animal Crossing valley clearly. But the fond memories of trading with Tom Nook and making friends with animal lovers are forever cleared up that I should share that city.
I had two older brothers who played the game together, and I used to sign in to get my flowers trimmed, or my roof restored. I would have to search for the Bells to paint the damage, or to replace those flowers all the time, grinding my teeth.
The brothers worked in an orderly manner as they surpassed all the villagers, and they made certain that all their greetings and arrests were now in vain. It was just the most corrupt thing you can imagine. I'll sit down and play some more Animal Crossing, I salute my cute little mouse neighbor, and call me a "dick bag."
It was bad.
The only joy I got out of the experience was when my mom realized we were all playing Animal Crossing, and that there was an empty space in our local square. She longed to join her children and participate in the fun. So the brothers spent a lovely weekend chasing after all the locals, trying to fend off what would allow them to change their greetings and catch up.
Of course, when you talk to a regular person over and over again, they get mad and blush. So the brothers were crying in despair, trying to make sure that my mother would not see them defiling this friendly game with bad oaths.
Now I have Crossing the Animals: New Horizons downloaded to my Nintendo switch. I'm no longer at home. This should, in theory, be a happy time that allows me to take control of my life. I can set up my own village, and no one will ruin my efforts.
There is only one problem: I am married.
Recently, the post went viral on Am I the Asshole subreddit. In the dissertation, the posters pose questions to the public, where they explain the point of conflict in their lives. The poster asked: “AITA to tell my girlfriend to get her a copy of Animal Crossing?
The post is readable, in part:
My girlfriend (23F) lives with me and has never been a game fan. I've tried to play games with him but he is good. He has no idea how to defend himself in the Rocket League, he can't hold a candle to Smash and the only time he wins the Martin Party is when he gets bonus stars. (…) I don't want someone who has a different idea of how a game should be played making decisions that affect the city.
I don't want him to steal the best fruit from my trees that I plan to sell, I don't want him to buy furniture at Tom Nook that I might wish to decorate my living room with and I don't want him to put his house next to mine because he thinks it is beautiful, thus ruining what I plan to grow into a wonderful place.
The answer is obvious: Yes, you are a carrier. The way the man talks about his girlfriend is bad, and she should be ashamed.
But, on the other hand: I can totally understand the desire to control crossing Animal Crossing the valley. I get that this guy wants his best assets. Honestly, great feelings: I, too, would like my best legacy with a good fruit tree. And I'm afraid that my husband who is setting up his house in the wrong place will ruin the plan I had in my head.
But for another, and others hand, I love my husband. I also like not spending a few hundred dollars on my own Switch. Now that New Horizons being here, I realize I have to deal with this fear I have of sharing with my village. Maybe this will be a game that finally teaches me how to get involved. Maybe I just need to put my faith in Tom Nook, and they'll all be answered.
