Mr. Bigggshot's Animal Crossing Session #2: Stray giraffe strut
December 29th, 2002
A most interesting day today. Ever since I had bought Animal Crossing, my older sister Vanessa had been interested in it. Usually she watches me play and laugh at the animals' behavior, but today I signed her up as a guest to Manassas. Rather oddly, after doing the same chores I had perform before, Vanessa recieved better presents than I did. In fact, Limberg even opened up to her. His gift to her: a pink drawer. Hmph. I see how it is. No vagina = crap gifts for the boy of the family.
When Vanessa finished playing, I began my daily adventure. Nothing spectacular happened until I checked the map: a new animal had moved in. A female dog by the name of Cookie, she had the sweetest house in Manassas. Wooden furniture, wooden floors, a guitar, a fridge, a stove; Cookie was living the good life. Envious of it all, I began chores for other animals so I could make my house look just as cool.
No one had any chores for me to do today. No matter how many times I kept asking, nothing. I sped over to Tom Nook's shop and saw the Holy Grail of Animal Crossing items: a fishing pole. FINALLY. I quickly bought it and gave it a whirl. I suck at fishing in Animal Crossing. I continually cast it in the wrong direction, and 3 out of 4 times I caught and old shoe. Bah! I wouldn't let this get my down, however. I kept at it and soon I had caught many many fish. I ran to Poncho's house and showed off my new catch and the rest were donated to the museum's aquarium.
On my way home to end my day, I ran into a giraffe. Literally. But perhaps the most shocking thing of it all: this giraffe had a car. There are no roads in Manassas. Everyone walks. Yet here in the middle of a forest, a giraffe with a red convertible was calmly standing. I talked to her, and she revealed herself to be Gracie the fashion designer. After insulting my taste in clothing for roughly 6 minutes, she gave me a challenge: clean her fabulous car and win fabulous clothes. A button-mashing game began, and Nelson quickly ran around the car scrubbing his little heart out. Gracie blew a whistle and Nelson huffed over to her. Apparently I hadn't cleaned the car well enough, and she gave me a plaid shirt that she wouldn't touch with a ten-foot giraffe pole. Thanks, I really needed something crappy to go with my old shoes.
I sold some shells and pears to Tom Nook, but didn't pay off any of my debt. If my house is gonna rock, it's gonna take some major moola.
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