I'm not in my own little area tonight, as you can see. Don suggested we camp out for the night. I dunno where he got the idea from and I don't know why I'm doing it. Apparently it's "good for the body to be outdoors!" Yeah? I'm outdoors yellin' my head off at a bunch of nasty kids EVERY STINKIN' DAY and I don't exactly feel "one with nature" like Don thinks he does. Who does he think he is? Pascal? That dude's a weirdo.
But anywho, we're right outside the Reset Center camping, and we've got our own little pocket alarm. The one in the Reset Center flashes and blares loud, painful noises...this one vibrates like a magnitude 12 earthquake and affects me like said earthquake would affect a game of Jenga. Suddenly, I'm a belly dancer. It's no fun, Fred.
This out-of-town kid popped into our tent today asking if he could get us to move into his town... Who let this guy play Animal Crossing?! I've seen those kind of punks before. Seriously, Fred, I'm gettin' sick of all these punks who think they can just trade and auction off livin' creatures so they can get on other people's "dreamie list." Ugh. That hurt just writin' it!
Y'know what? I'm gonna talk about this for a while. It ain't my job to talk about this, but I feel like doin' it anyway. What, you're gonna protest? Gah ha ha ha ha! Maybe some twerp who picks you up and peeks again will read this and get a grip.
When ya play Animal Crossing, ya make friends, and there's no other choice. At some point in this game, you will be talking to a villager and likely become attached somehow to said villager. Many people who just start out meet their villagers and get attached to some, don't like others, and simply wait for the disliked villagers to move along. That's the way it used to be.
Then there are others. There are others who don't~
There are others who don't play this way. No, they have their whole population planned out before they even start out. You can merely wish someone will move in...you may merely pray that the campsite will have your "favorite" inside, waiting to meet ya at last, having grown about a foot since you saw them on your TV screen two days ago. BUT THEN THERE ARE OTHERS WHO DON'T DO THAT. They refuse to like such-and-such because his or her appearance, alas, is not pleasing to the eyes, and thus he or she must be henceforth banished from so-and-so village. Said villager is not one of your "dreamies" but may be someone else's. Some people, Fred, trade items through Wi-Fi. Some do. Many do. SOME ALSO TRADE THEIR OWN NEIGHBORS.
The main problem with our society today, Fred, is, other than obvious lack of patience (which I also, admittedly, lack), the inability to cope...with ANYTHING. When life hands 'em lemons, do they want lemons? No. Lemons are too sour, and making lemonade is too much work. They want limes handed to them, because lemons are too sour, and they want limeade made quickly and easily. So they refuse life and its lemons, shutting out all lemonkind instead of figuring out what those lemons are even for. So when people have a neighbor they don't like, they control them and make them move into a town whether they like it or not. They have no freedom. Isn't freedom what this "fantasy" world is all about? I don't care that they're animals. They act more humane here now than most people do. They deserve just as much freedom as you. If ya lost a "dreamie", let it GO. If they were so special to ya, ya would have made sure they stayed what with your stinkin' human guilt trips.
We clear? Good. I needed that offa' my chest ever since Nintendo pulled this whole "politically correct" stunt. I can't believe them. You'd think as time goes on, people would get stronger. But no. I make little schoolgirls cry. Not only that, I get taken to court for it. I'd rather make them laugh then be taken to court. I make most people laugh. I feel like a failure sometimes. I never get the message through. No one listens. They're entertained by me. DO I LOOK LIKE A HAPPY-GO-LUCKY CIRCUS CLOWN TO Y~
These pencils drive me crazy! GUILTYYYYYYY, as the mayor would say.
Now, I'm goin' to bed. My head hurts from all this spring stuff. I'm not an outdoor kinda mole. But one last thing before I hit the sack...
Love your neighbor! No exceptions!
We clear? Good! Now...
SCRA~
OH, REALLY. IT HAD TA BREAK TH~
ARRRRRG~
...Good NIGHT, Fred.