The Capitalist ManifestoEditorial
- 6:43 P.M.
What follows is a true account of the seamy underbelly of Animal Crossing.
Animal Crossing may seem to be a light-hearted game full of adorable characters and colorful scenery. But this isn’t about the warm, fuzzy world that exists on the screen when you fire up the Nintendo. This is a story about the darker side of Animal Crossing. This is a story about corruption, greed, and betrayal.
I brought the game home the day it was released. Just another brilliant innovation from the developers at Nintendo, or so I thought. At that point, I had no idea just how far they’d gone. I named my town ElBarrio, after the neighborhood in East Harlem I live in. I named my cute little quasi-human Asimov, after my favorite writer. I met Tom Nook, who appeared to be an affable fellow, and I set up shop in my overpriced and miniscule townhouse (no big deal, I do live in New York after all). After running a few errands for Nook and meeting the animals (an eccentric bunch to say the least), I went to bed content with the knowledge that I had a brand new home, some decent shirts, and a couple pieces of mismatching furniture. Not a bad start in a new town.Read more...