35 Questions, #3: Playing Least Favorites

Finding Coelacanth If only I remembered where I found this ...

Finding Coelacanth
If only I remembered where I found this …

3: Who is your least favorite current villager?

Of All Time
Bob.  I loved Bob for the longest time.  I thought he was the most awesome son of a gun to ever cat in the Animal Crossing World.  He was purple, he wore pink, and he was unapologetic about being cat-tastically lazy. But then came the tragic day when he challenged me to see who could catch the rarest ocean fish.

Sure, I said.  He was never very good at this, so it wasn’t like it was going to take a whole lot of effort on my part.  I ran from his house to the beach, caught something sufficiently rare like a sunfish, and ran back.  Showed him my catch.  Then Bob pulled out a coelacanth on me.

… Bob.  Bob.  Did you.  Just.

I just can’t even.

First, you never even left your house and I’D KNOW because I went straight from your door to the beach and back.  Second, do you know ANYTHING about the fish you’re holding?  That’s the rarest fish in the @!#%ing world, man, the one I’ve been seeking for years!  It’s THE VERY FISH I have been angling for in multiple towns, the DREAM FISH that has kept me from a golden rod all these years!  Third, I bet you got that from Nook, didn’t you, you … you … YOU STINKY CAT BUTT I HATE YOU.

Our friendship was over forever.

For the record, Prinnie finally caught her long-sought coelacanth, but it was in a different town where Bob no longer resided.

It Is Amazing It is my fish, mine.  Almost put it in my house instead of the museum.

It Is Amazing
It is my fish, mine. Almost put it in my house instead of the museum.

Recently, Marlie found one too.  This means that no villager will have to suffer her wrath should they be tempted by Nook’s shadow campaign to discredit the mayor by supplying villagers with rare fish and bugs.

 

In Sardine
OZZIE WTF WHY DID YOU PUT YOUR HOUSE THERE WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

GOOD RIDDANCE

GOOD RIDDANCE

You’re leaving?  DON’T LET THE TRAIN HIT YOU ON THE WAY OUT.  Uh, I meant, errrr … the door.  Yeah, don’t let the door hit you on the way out.

 

 

From Kawaii Chai (http://kawaiichai.com/ask/)

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Life with the Locals

Dear Journal,

Ever since landing in Sardine and becoming the mayor (somewhere around early May, according to the Sardine Standard Calendar), I have been trying to become one with the locals.  The biggest challenge has been how I don’t see eye to eye on residential zoning with my neighbors.

Having a set of eyes means I see that there’s a lot of unused space – for example, 98% of the upper half of town is uninhabited for no apparent reason.  It seems most villagers want to live real close to the action – so bad, in fact, they’re willing to put houses oddly close to each other despite all the available acreage in town.  I guess that’s what you get when you move to a place called Sardine.

I didn’t think this was going to be a problem for me personally – with all the open space around, the chances of someone popping a house down within feet of my own seemed limited.  It was not long before Keaton moved in right on top of my path from my front door straight to Retail.  HE PRACTICALLY LANDED IN MY LAWN.

I was so mad, I dug holes all around his door so he could never leave his house.

Cardinal Sin Moving in on top of a path can never be forgiven.

Cardinal Sin
Moving in on top of a path can never be forgiven.

Then I realized that if he never left his house, he would never be able to leave town … so I filled them all in again and went to see if maybe, just maybe, he was cute enough to justify the spot he took.

Um, Gross? TMI, Keaton, just ... ick.

Um, Gross?
TMI, Keaton, just … ick.

No.  No, he is not.

So I didn’t think it could get much worse than Keaton’s house.  I also didn’t think you could squeeze a house in the space between mine and Retail, but I was apparently wrong.

REALLY I MEAN REALLY

REALLY
I MEAN REALLY