"Redd. Isabelle... Get my gun."

Matrix Dragon, J. Random Nutter

Speaking only for myself, now that the museum has one, I'm perfectly fine with never seeing a tarantula again.

--G.
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Benjamin D. Hutchins, Co-Founder, Editor-in-Chief, & Forum Mod
Eyrie Productions, Unlimited http://www.eyrie-productions.com/
zgryphon at that email service Google has
Ceterum censeo Carthaginem esse delendam.

I feel like a character in a Guy Ritchie movie, getting into illegal exotic animal smuggling to pay off my increasing debts to a ruthless landlord.

-Bad Moon

I see this narrative about Tom Nook a lot, and I'm not buying it:

A, he's not your landlord, you bought the house.

B, how is giving out interest-free loans with absolutely zero repayment pressure or any timetable whatsoever "ruthless"? I'd like to see you score those terms from your local credit union.

If anything, once you're in place and set up on the island, Tom's not the landlord, he's a general contractor. From that perspective he's one of the most honest ones in the world--he does quality work at lightning speed, never underdelivers what he promised, and is unnervingly laid-back about ever getting paid back, even when the amount owed him is substantial.

And his rates are really quite reasonable. He/his unseen crew can get an entire museum moved—completely moved, collections and all—and entirely set back up in its new location, as though nothing had happened, in one night, and he charges less for that service than the cost of a low-end luxury car.

Don't be baggin' on Tom Nook in my house, is all I'm saying. He does good work—and he must be doing it, and maintaining his air of sleepy good cheer, despite what must certainly be the considerable discomfort of whatever he has to do to conceal his massive tanuki balls in those Bermuda shorts.

--G.
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Benjamin D. Hutchins, Co-Founder, Editor-in-Chief, & Forum Mod
Eyrie Productions, Unlimited http://www.eyrie-productions.com/
zgryphon at that email service Google has
Ceterum censeo Carthaginem esse delendam.

Which -is- a nice perk to look forward to as I stare (sigh) down the barrel of another half-million bells...

And so (if this fuzzy third-hand recollection is accurate), the game gained a rep as a perfect microcosm of the Sisyphean burden of home ownership, conspicuous consumption, and/or inescapable, ever-increasing debt.

He was going to charge you 98K for a cell phone that can't call anybody and a tent!

-Bad Moon

After the bodies were found, I'm sure it was life without parole...

Matrix Dragon, J. Random Nutter