Ask most Animal Crossing fans what they actually do in the game, and they'll say something like Well, you collect fruit to pay off crippling debts and swap furniture with squirrels. For a series that people spend hundreds of hours in, it doesn't seem like you actually DO much. This is one of those games where you can sink hours and hours and come out unsure about what you actually spent all that time doing. You develop deep, emotional relationships with fluffy animals even though all they do is send you letters that make no sense. You sell shells to make enough money to buy that six-hundredth bedside table shaped like a lemon. And you do it because you learned something about yourself playing Animal Crossing: You like fruit-themed furniture. It's akin to waking up after a particularly crazy night out with no recollection of events, all that's left is a traffic cone in your living room as proof that someone - somewhere - had a bloody good time.
A young man with a hairy face. Will often tell you that winter is coming before retreating to his mancave to play video games with a wooly jumper at the ready, just in case.
