It had been a dull gray 7 months since the last time i have fished in its streams, in search for rare fish, or just rare enough fish to pay that bell addicted raccoon. A seven months free of patrolling the town of its fruit trees, after all i had a mortgage to pay, and a house to decorate. I was sober for seven months, trying to fill the self made hole that Animal crossing wild world for the DS left with other titles, though none were a sufficient fix for my lust for time consuming hand held games.
I remember the day quite clearly, i had just finish watching a unholy amount of the E channel, and was browsing the channels for some screen candy to fill me. All i found was the Vanilla Ice movie, Cold As Ice, and a day long marathon of Dark Angel on the SCFI network. Obviously it was a boring day for me. i had mastered most of the games in my collection, and man can only jack off oh so many times in one day. What was a man of my age and free time to do? So i rummaged around my junk discarding old comic books, and stuff from high school, and what do i find, but my copy of Animal Crossing: wild world.
The last time i had injected this video poison into my brain was a while back, waking up 6 in the morning to hunt for bugs and waiting many a seasons to catch certain fish, and perhaps all in all ready to turn tricks for desired pieces of furniture. i eventually broke the habit by throwing the game somewhere that was just too miscellaneous for me to remember, going cold turkey in the process. I did my best to resist putting the game into my DS, but failed in the end, letting my curiosity win.
After turning on the DS and hearing the inviting opening tune, and selecting continue. what i found was the remains of what i had once built with blood and sweat, pouring my being into keeping out weeds, now they ran a muck, covering the land with themselves, and giant mushroom like its gang leader. I walked around searching for old neighbors only to find that most moved away, while others greeted me asking if i had clear my mind in the seven months prior of my return. It struck a few heart strings, as i began to clean up town, ripping weeds, spending a entire day doing this chore till alas i was done. A hour later i was picking fruit and selling it, killing the cockroaches in my house, and simply back to my old habits.
I know i spend way more time then i should, on a game that really seems boring on paper, but it has a charm that pulls me and keeps me to itself, and i in awe invite its embrace by sacrificing my time to it, rather then trying to get a girlfriend to give my love to, helping my niece do her homework, visit my grandma, write a song or anything more constructive. No instead i have been spending the past 2 weeks doing repetitive activities, mindless errands and wasteful hunting, and dammit i love every last bit.
I heed you my baby birds dont follow in my foot steps if your ex Animal crossing player then good for you stay away and let my tragedy be one of warning, for those who had hit rock bottom like have, please try to get out of it and take me with you.
i leave now, since im waiting for a package from Tom Nook. Remember my dear reader, what you read here cant be unread.