Gyroid Translations
Chapter 4
Disclaimer- I do not own Animal Crossing, nor any of its characters.
under- I am really glad that you like my story so much. And I will keep writing it if you really want me to. Like I've said before, this is just for grins and giggles, but if you like it that much, I will gladly add on. Thank you for your support.
Mumpo- It's an intriguing thought, isn't it? Are they just making noise, or are they really speaking? That thought literally just dawned on me one morning as I was flipping through the Animal Crossing section, and two minutes later I started this silly thing. Oh, and don't feel bad. It had been fifteen Months since I last played mine. You should have seen all the weeds! And I only said what I thought about your story. It is a nice story, which has real potential to be really funny. Keep it up!
A/N- Whoops! It's been nearly a month since I updated this! You'd think, that with school being done, I'd have more time. But no, that hasn't been the case. Softball takes up way more time than it seems it would take. But oh, well. Here is the next chapter, written all of thirty minutes ago. Okay, more like an hour ago, I had to have time to edit it so all the spelling mistakes were gone and such. Anyway, here it is. Tell me what you think.
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It had been nearly three weeks since I had bartered with the green mouse for this most interesting of objects. During that time I had not left my house, for anything. I only ate, slept (but very little, for fear of missing anything) and used the bathroom. And like the kitchen, I wondered how I used a bathroom, seeing as I didn't have one of those either. But it hardly mattered. When I had to, I went, and there was no mess left over to stink up my house.
About three days after my meeting with Anicotti, I had taken my diary and turned it into a log book of my favorite things my gyroids said. The problem was, two and a half weeks later, I was completely out of paper. Not to mention food and other household commodities. I had spent the past day and a half trying to remember all the funny and cosmic things I had head. And so far it wasn't working.
Now I had to make a choice. Do I stay and give up on the log book? Or do I go and get supplies? If I stayed, It wouldn't fail, Murphy's law would go into effect, and they would say something truly funny and/or cosmic, and I wouldn't have any place to write it down. But if I left, Murphy would still get me, and that most funny of sayings would be said while I wasn't there. And then I wouldn't have heard it at all. The tragedy of it all. I was at a paradox. And the only way I could think of to nullify the paradox was to turn off the gyroids altogether. But the problem with that was, what if they really were like Furby's and once you turned them off (or removed the batteries) they had to relearn all they had learned in the first place. Or were they like a car CD player and would pick up where they left off? Well, there was only one way to find out. Besides, going out would give me an opportunity to talk to the other animals. If I was gone too long they would start to wonder where I was. The more I thought about it, the better it seemed, going out.
Decided, I got up off the floor where I had been sitting and went to turn off the four gyroids sitting in a circle in the middle of my living room, which also happened to be my kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom all at the same time. Over the course of the past three weeks I had rotated and added gyroids to my living room. Once Puck and Phydeaux had gotten to the point where they held real conversations, I had run to my basement and pulled up another gyroid and added it to the mix. And let me tell you, I got some of the strangest conversations with sports, pets, and theatre topics all mixing together. Every once in a while I would take the oldest one to the basement and bring up another one, just to keep things interesting. Eventually I added a fourth gyroid. Right now I had Phydeaux, Props, Re-Max, and Ash sitting in front of me, all jabbering away. Props was the gyroid into theatre, Re-Max was crazy about real estate sales, and Ash had a PokeMon fetish.
I started with Phydeaux, and slowly went around the circle switching them off. One by one the conversations died out. Finally I switched off Ash, and the room became eerily silent. I shuddered. Even before I had gotten a hold of my favorite toy, there had always been noise of some kind in my house.
Now kind of creeped out by the eerie silence, I hurried outside into the cool fresh air. I pulled out my fishing rod. I'd do some fishing and a few errands for some animals, and then head over to Nook's. Fishing was the fastest way to make money, so I headed to the river first. The only problem with fishing was it tended to take a while. And a while was a great deal longer than I wanted to spend out here. Nevertheless, I went to the town edge and began walking slowly along the riverbank, looking for the tell-tale shadow of a fish beneath the surface.
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Three round trips up one bank and down the other later, I had a pocket full of fish ready to take to Nook's. I was all the way down by the Able Sister's shop, and had to go all the way up to Acre A-5. I took off at a run, but before I could get ten steps I was stopped by Gaston, the ever-so-cheerful rabbit.
"Hey Liz," he growled. "Where ya been? I haven't seen you in nearly a month, hipster!
I stopped running and heaved a huge sigh of exasperation. "Hey Gaston," I said with more cheerfulness than I felt. "I've been around. Um.. I'm kinda busy right now. Can we talk later?"
He completely ignored all I had just said. "So hey, Liz, do you think you could do me a huge favor? I really need you to go to Jambette's and bring me back my comic book. Its been gone forever, and I really need it back. So, can I count on you, hipster?"
I groaned. "But Jambette lives in the Acre just north of you!" I protested. I really wanted to get to Nook's and get back home.
"Yeah, I know," he said. "But I don't have time to do it myself, and you're right here. Will you do it, hipster?"
I sighed again. If I said no, I'd get an earful about how I was a horrible neighbor who won't do anything for her very helpful neighbors. Like they actually do anything for you. I really didn't want to hear it right now. "Okay," I said. "I'll do it."
"Awesome! I knew I could count on you, hipster!" And with that, he promptly began to wander around aimlessly.
Grumbling to myself, I made a detour in my route and went north to see Jambette. She wasn't at home, but I found her in the next Acre over, intently watching a butterfly.
"Oops," she whispered, when I asked her about the comic book. "Well, you see, Alfonso was over here a while ago, and he said he just had to borrow it. I guess I shouldn't have let him have it, but he was so insistent. You'll have to go and see him about it, croakay!"
Without comment, I left. Alfonso lived across the river, but I didn't mid so much. This brought me a little closer to Nook's store. I found Alfonso sitting in his house, listening to K.K Safari. I asked him for the comic book, but he gave to the same answer I'd gotten from Jambette, almost word for word the same answer. He told me I needed to go see Patty. This I was not happy about. Patty lived down by the ocean.
I got the complete run-around from this errand. From Patty, I was sent to Hector's, and from Hector's I went to see Biff. Biff told me to go down to Roald's house, and from Roald's I had to go to Astrid's. And from Astrid's house, I was sent back over to Tom's house. By this time I was furious, it seemed like the whole of Phaze had passed around this stupid comic. Luckily for me, Tom's house was only an Acre away from Nook's store, so I went there first.
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I left Nook's in a much better mood than I had arrived in. All of my fish were gone, and in their place were a replacement diary, four packs of paper, and an exotic rug. I had seen it sitting there on the shelf and I couldn't pass it up. All the exotic stuff was hard to find in Phaze. I headed down to Tom's house. I still had to finish my errand, and hopefully Tom had the comic book. I was in luck.
Tom was standing right outside his front door, staring at nothing.
"Hey, Tom," I said sweetly. Tom had a reputation for being difficult, just because he could.
"Oh, hey there, Me-Yowza!" he said looking up from nothing.
"Um, Tom, do you happen to have Gaston's comic book?" I asked slowly.
Tom nodded. "Yeah, why? Are you taking it back to him? If you are you can't have it!"
"Oh, no!" I said quickly, and shaking my head vigorously. "No, I asked him if I could borrow it, but he sent me to Jambette's to get it. But she didn't have it either. I had to go to so many animals, and one of them finally sent me to you. They said you had it. So can I have it now?"
Tom thought about it for a minute. "Well, okay. As long as you aren't going to give it back to him. I sent him a nice letter and an outfit a while ago, and he completely ignored me, the insolent wretch! I didn't even get a thank you note. So he's not getting his comic book back!"
I smiled. "Of course I won't give it back," I lied through my teeth.
"Good!" he said. Then he went inside and grabbed the comic. He handed it over to me in a little pink gift bag with pretty little flowers on it. I had to stop myself from sniggering at him.
"Now, remember Liz, I'm counting on you! Don't give it back to him, Me-Yowza!"
I ignored the grumpy blue cat and took off running, making a B-line for Gaston's house. Well, or making as much of a B-line as you can make, dodging through the Acre's.
As I was passing the Police Station, I noticed two small, star shaped cracks in the ground, signifying there were item's buried there. One was next to the station itself, and the other was right behind Officer Copper. Sighing, I stopped running. I had already made a bunch of detours on this little outing, why not make one more? I rummaged around in my insanely deep pockets, looking for my shovel.
I positioned myself in front of the crack and pushed the A button. My shovel pushed itself into the ground and flicked upward, creating a person sized hole in the ground and producing a small, round, blue fossil. Awesome, I thought, after I sent it to the museum I could sell it Nook for big Bells. I put the fossil in my pocket and repeated my actions on the crack behind Officer Copper.
"Ooh!" I exclaimed in surprise. This time I had dug up a new gyroid! Great, it looked like when I got home Phydeaux was being retired to the basement and this new one added to the mix. Oh, I couldn't wait to get home and see what interesting new topic I had to hear about!
Feeling very much better and rather impatient to get home, I took off again for Gaston's. I was halfway there already so I ran the whole rest of the way. I found Gaston still wandering around his house aimlessly. I stopped running long enough to call out to him.
"Hey Gaston!" I called out, to get his attention. He came over to me expectantly.
"Hey Liz," he growled in his usual manner. I pulled out the pretty pink bag out of my pocket.
"I got your comic book back," I announced. I handed it over, and Gaston put it in his pocket.
"Wow, thanks hipster! I guess I owe you one, and I wouldn't want to owe you one, so I'd better pay you back now. So how do some Bells sound?" Before I could say anything, much less decline, he pulled out a pathetically small bag of Bells and shoved it into my hands. The bag contained 368 Bells.
"Oh... thanks," I said, disappointed.
"You're welcome! Boy, if I'd known it would have been this easy, I would have done it myself!" he said brightly. Then he turned away from me.
My anger flared up again violently, and I almost choked him. But the thought of my new gyroid in my pocket restrained me, that and the fact that no one can do bodily harm to anyone in Phaze. Thinking murderous thoughts, I turned and threw myself away from Gaston's and toward home. I had gyroids to listen to!
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A/N- well that turned out a lot different than I thought it would. And this is a lot longer than I thought it would be. I guess I just got going and got on a roll. Sorry there aren't any cosmic gyroid sayings. But she had to get out of the house some time, didn't she? Besides, a whole bunch of chapters of mindless and cosmic gyroids talking all the time would get pretty old pretty quick. Well, tell me what you think. Thanks!!
Chapter 4
Disclaimer- I do not own Animal Crossing, nor any of its characters.
under- I am really glad that you like my story so much. And I will keep writing it if you really want me to. Like I've said before, this is just for grins and giggles, but if you like it that much, I will gladly add on. Thank you for your support.
Mumpo- It's an intriguing thought, isn't it? Are they just making noise, or are they really speaking? That thought literally just dawned on me one morning as I was flipping through the Animal Crossing section, and two minutes later I started this silly thing. Oh, and don't feel bad. It had been fifteen Months since I last played mine. You should have seen all the weeds! And I only said what I thought about your story. It is a nice story, which has real potential to be really funny. Keep it up!
A/N- Whoops! It's been nearly a month since I updated this! You'd think, that with school being done, I'd have more time. But no, that hasn't been the case. Softball takes up way more time than it seems it would take. But oh, well. Here is the next chapter, written all of thirty minutes ago. Okay, more like an hour ago, I had to have time to edit it so all the spelling mistakes were gone and such. Anyway, here it is. Tell me what you think.
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It had been nearly three weeks since I had bartered with the green mouse for this most interesting of objects. During that time I had not left my house, for anything. I only ate, slept (but very little, for fear of missing anything) and used the bathroom. And like the kitchen, I wondered how I used a bathroom, seeing as I didn't have one of those either. But it hardly mattered. When I had to, I went, and there was no mess left over to stink up my house.
About three days after my meeting with Anicotti, I had taken my diary and turned it into a log book of my favorite things my gyroids said. The problem was, two and a half weeks later, I was completely out of paper. Not to mention food and other household commodities. I had spent the past day and a half trying to remember all the funny and cosmic things I had head. And so far it wasn't working.
Now I had to make a choice. Do I stay and give up on the log book? Or do I go and get supplies? If I stayed, It wouldn't fail, Murphy's law would go into effect, and they would say something truly funny and/or cosmic, and I wouldn't have any place to write it down. But if I left, Murphy would still get me, and that most funny of sayings would be said while I wasn't there. And then I wouldn't have heard it at all. The tragedy of it all. I was at a paradox. And the only way I could think of to nullify the paradox was to turn off the gyroids altogether. But the problem with that was, what if they really were like Furby's and once you turned them off (or removed the batteries) they had to relearn all they had learned in the first place. Or were they like a car CD player and would pick up where they left off? Well, there was only one way to find out. Besides, going out would give me an opportunity to talk to the other animals. If I was gone too long they would start to wonder where I was. The more I thought about it, the better it seemed, going out.
Decided, I got up off the floor where I had been sitting and went to turn off the four gyroids sitting in a circle in the middle of my living room, which also happened to be my kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom all at the same time. Over the course of the past three weeks I had rotated and added gyroids to my living room. Once Puck and Phydeaux had gotten to the point where they held real conversations, I had run to my basement and pulled up another gyroid and added it to the mix. And let me tell you, I got some of the strangest conversations with sports, pets, and theatre topics all mixing together. Every once in a while I would take the oldest one to the basement and bring up another one, just to keep things interesting. Eventually I added a fourth gyroid. Right now I had Phydeaux, Props, Re-Max, and Ash sitting in front of me, all jabbering away. Props was the gyroid into theatre, Re-Max was crazy about real estate sales, and Ash had a PokeMon fetish.
I started with Phydeaux, and slowly went around the circle switching them off. One by one the conversations died out. Finally I switched off Ash, and the room became eerily silent. I shuddered. Even before I had gotten a hold of my favorite toy, there had always been noise of some kind in my house.
Now kind of creeped out by the eerie silence, I hurried outside into the cool fresh air. I pulled out my fishing rod. I'd do some fishing and a few errands for some animals, and then head over to Nook's. Fishing was the fastest way to make money, so I headed to the river first. The only problem with fishing was it tended to take a while. And a while was a great deal longer than I wanted to spend out here. Nevertheless, I went to the town edge and began walking slowly along the riverbank, looking for the tell-tale shadow of a fish beneath the surface.
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Three round trips up one bank and down the other later, I had a pocket full of fish ready to take to Nook's. I was all the way down by the Able Sister's shop, and had to go all the way up to Acre A-5. I took off at a run, but before I could get ten steps I was stopped by Gaston, the ever-so-cheerful rabbit.
"Hey Liz," he growled. "Where ya been? I haven't seen you in nearly a month, hipster!
I stopped running and heaved a huge sigh of exasperation. "Hey Gaston," I said with more cheerfulness than I felt. "I've been around. Um.. I'm kinda busy right now. Can we talk later?"
He completely ignored all I had just said. "So hey, Liz, do you think you could do me a huge favor? I really need you to go to Jambette's and bring me back my comic book. Its been gone forever, and I really need it back. So, can I count on you, hipster?"
I groaned. "But Jambette lives in the Acre just north of you!" I protested. I really wanted to get to Nook's and get back home.
"Yeah, I know," he said. "But I don't have time to do it myself, and you're right here. Will you do it, hipster?"
I sighed again. If I said no, I'd get an earful about how I was a horrible neighbor who won't do anything for her very helpful neighbors. Like they actually do anything for you. I really didn't want to hear it right now. "Okay," I said. "I'll do it."
"Awesome! I knew I could count on you, hipster!" And with that, he promptly began to wander around aimlessly.
Grumbling to myself, I made a detour in my route and went north to see Jambette. She wasn't at home, but I found her in the next Acre over, intently watching a butterfly.
"Oops," she whispered, when I asked her about the comic book. "Well, you see, Alfonso was over here a while ago, and he said he just had to borrow it. I guess I shouldn't have let him have it, but he was so insistent. You'll have to go and see him about it, croakay!"
Without comment, I left. Alfonso lived across the river, but I didn't mid so much. This brought me a little closer to Nook's store. I found Alfonso sitting in his house, listening to K.K Safari. I asked him for the comic book, but he gave to the same answer I'd gotten from Jambette, almost word for word the same answer. He told me I needed to go see Patty. This I was not happy about. Patty lived down by the ocean.
I got the complete run-around from this errand. From Patty, I was sent to Hector's, and from Hector's I went to see Biff. Biff told me to go down to Roald's house, and from Roald's I had to go to Astrid's. And from Astrid's house, I was sent back over to Tom's house. By this time I was furious, it seemed like the whole of Phaze had passed around this stupid comic. Luckily for me, Tom's house was only an Acre away from Nook's store, so I went there first.
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I left Nook's in a much better mood than I had arrived in. All of my fish were gone, and in their place were a replacement diary, four packs of paper, and an exotic rug. I had seen it sitting there on the shelf and I couldn't pass it up. All the exotic stuff was hard to find in Phaze. I headed down to Tom's house. I still had to finish my errand, and hopefully Tom had the comic book. I was in luck.
Tom was standing right outside his front door, staring at nothing.
"Hey, Tom," I said sweetly. Tom had a reputation for being difficult, just because he could.
"Oh, hey there, Me-Yowza!" he said looking up from nothing.
"Um, Tom, do you happen to have Gaston's comic book?" I asked slowly.
Tom nodded. "Yeah, why? Are you taking it back to him? If you are you can't have it!"
"Oh, no!" I said quickly, and shaking my head vigorously. "No, I asked him if I could borrow it, but he sent me to Jambette's to get it. But she didn't have it either. I had to go to so many animals, and one of them finally sent me to you. They said you had it. So can I have it now?"
Tom thought about it for a minute. "Well, okay. As long as you aren't going to give it back to him. I sent him a nice letter and an outfit a while ago, and he completely ignored me, the insolent wretch! I didn't even get a thank you note. So he's not getting his comic book back!"
I smiled. "Of course I won't give it back," I lied through my teeth.
"Good!" he said. Then he went inside and grabbed the comic. He handed it over to me in a little pink gift bag with pretty little flowers on it. I had to stop myself from sniggering at him.
"Now, remember Liz, I'm counting on you! Don't give it back to him, Me-Yowza!"
I ignored the grumpy blue cat and took off running, making a B-line for Gaston's house. Well, or making as much of a B-line as you can make, dodging through the Acre's.
As I was passing the Police Station, I noticed two small, star shaped cracks in the ground, signifying there were item's buried there. One was next to the station itself, and the other was right behind Officer Copper. Sighing, I stopped running. I had already made a bunch of detours on this little outing, why not make one more? I rummaged around in my insanely deep pockets, looking for my shovel.
I positioned myself in front of the crack and pushed the A button. My shovel pushed itself into the ground and flicked upward, creating a person sized hole in the ground and producing a small, round, blue fossil. Awesome, I thought, after I sent it to the museum I could sell it Nook for big Bells. I put the fossil in my pocket and repeated my actions on the crack behind Officer Copper.
"Ooh!" I exclaimed in surprise. This time I had dug up a new gyroid! Great, it looked like when I got home Phydeaux was being retired to the basement and this new one added to the mix. Oh, I couldn't wait to get home and see what interesting new topic I had to hear about!
Feeling very much better and rather impatient to get home, I took off again for Gaston's. I was halfway there already so I ran the whole rest of the way. I found Gaston still wandering around his house aimlessly. I stopped running long enough to call out to him.
"Hey Gaston!" I called out, to get his attention. He came over to me expectantly.
"Hey Liz," he growled in his usual manner. I pulled out the pretty pink bag out of my pocket.
"I got your comic book back," I announced. I handed it over, and Gaston put it in his pocket.
"Wow, thanks hipster! I guess I owe you one, and I wouldn't want to owe you one, so I'd better pay you back now. So how do some Bells sound?" Before I could say anything, much less decline, he pulled out a pathetically small bag of Bells and shoved it into my hands. The bag contained 368 Bells.
"Oh... thanks," I said, disappointed.
"You're welcome! Boy, if I'd known it would have been this easy, I would have done it myself!" he said brightly. Then he turned away from me.
My anger flared up again violently, and I almost choked him. But the thought of my new gyroid in my pocket restrained me, that and the fact that no one can do bodily harm to anyone in Phaze. Thinking murderous thoughts, I turned and threw myself away from Gaston's and toward home. I had gyroids to listen to!
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A/N- well that turned out a lot different than I thought it would. And this is a lot longer than I thought it would be. I guess I just got going and got on a roll. Sorry there aren't any cosmic gyroid sayings. But she had to get out of the house some time, didn't she? Besides, a whole bunch of chapters of mindless and cosmic gyroids talking all the time would get pretty old pretty quick. Well, tell me what you think. Thanks!!