Is tonight the night that Katrina finally transitions from her cramped tent to a proper fortune-telling domicile?
It is kind of an odd location, isn’t it?
Nope. First you’ll want the snow globe. Then you’ll want the mayoral sash so that you can terrorize the town for real. I’ve seen it a hundred times.
Tom! I remember you! And you’re a cat! And I have room for you! This is great!
Oh yes! Here it comes…
Oh fuck off.
Kiki sent me on a delivery quest to find Daisy. Apparently she had left a package with her.
I guess different animals have different priorities.
Enough so that they don’t even care what’s inside the package.
Other animals are slaves to courtesy, so that they have to come up with a convoluted plan just to allow themselves to have the item that is in their possession.
You and I both know you could have just kept it and Daisy would have forgotten, Kiki.
Now I feel like I’m enabling both of their neuroticism.
There is something about staring into this snow globe, with it all tiny and powerless and me having the power to smash it at any moment… that reminds me a lot of my mayoral duties.
I’ll take it.
O’Hare wants me to take charge and create a new event since there’s nothing scheduled. I suppose I’ve let Isabelle do the heavy lifting for far too long now. It’s time to step up.
I’m thinking we’ll start with Punch and Judy Day.
It’s December Sally. Word is that the snow is coming around and staying next week. I fail to see how it can be perfect picnic weather when it is almost certainly freezing cold.
And besides: shouldn’t you be frantically gathering food to store in a hollow tree instead of pigging out on it?
Let Beau’s example be a lesson to us all: believing romantic concepts like being “meant to be together” is a slippery slope to barricading Fuchsia in her house on her birthday and assuming her protests that it’s time to go are just her playing hard to get.
Yes, a scumbag like him belongs in Shi’tton.
Hopefully O’Hare’s not getting tips from him when it comes to hitting on me though.
Then again: maybe he just started up screwed up in the head.
The following is a message meant solely for the localization team behind New Leaf:
So: how long until Rasher joins you freaks?
Oh yes. But what should I ask for?
Hey, now there’s an idea.
"No, I didn’t come out of the closet. I’m just following my fortune teller’s advice."
And Katrina just laughed all the way to the bank.
Rasher was nice enough to send a picture before he left.
That’s… probably a good catchphrase for him.
I still have no idea what sort of lewd thing he’s insinuating. But I’ll figure it out someday. As God as my witness.
See Daisy: the secret to fishing is realizing that the worst part of it is when you actually have to reel in a fish. The rest of it just gives you a great reason to do absolutely nothing away from everyone else for 3 hours.
Sometimes you get drunk. Sometimes you nap. But the important thing is: doing absolutely nothing.
…I think my quest for the golden fishing rod is distracting me from this fundamental truth.
More lovely furniture means more decorations for my creepy Celeste shrine.
She’ll acknowledge it one day. I swear it.
Don’t put this on me, you grumpy piece of crap.
And give me your picture already. Or at least let me talk to Don.
Don’t feel too bad Beau. All presents are ultimately mine to claim as I please. It’s in the town’s Constitution. You know, the one that only I can read? While I’m on the subject: don’t expect an election anytime soon.
Good luck out there Rasher. Your ugly, goofy grin always brought a smile to my face.
And so the search for a new neighbor begins!
For the last time Saharah: leave the brainwashing propaganda to me.
In other words: OBEY.
You know Beau: if Scoot was here, he’d slap you.
Then shout catchphrases at you.
PUSH IT TO THE LIMIT BEAU. NEVER GIVE UP. TRUST YOUR INSTINCTS.
Piss off Reese. I’m going to find some use for these things. Just because I can’t move it out of my inventory doesn’t mean I’m going to sell it for nothing. Talk to me when you’re offering 10,000 Bells or more.
It’s come to this point in video game fashion decorations. You know, the time when you try to convince yourself and all your friends that the flowery, obviously effeminate hat is a PIMP HAT even though it’s clearly not. And you hope that if you’re confident and dismiss all doubters that everyone will buy it, but they never do.
Happens time after time.
Mabel: you’re supposed to wash that out before you re-sell the shirt. Come on now.
I almost forgot how nice things are after a rain/snowfall. There’s nothing to water, and you get gyroids!
Now if only I had someone to tell me what gyroids I already have and which ones I should get rid of.
I feel like there was someone who used to be really good at that. Who seems to still have an affinity for gyroids. Oh well, it’s gone now.
I’d like to say that Sally’s trying to make a pun here with the “noble” shirt. But… well, she’s cute and all, but not the sharpest tool in the shed.
"Say Gracie: we got a shipment of thick glasses in today. I think they were supposed to go to my sisters. What should we do with them?"
"Oh, I don’t know. Paint them some horrid color and sell them at a premium as.. err… tortoise specs!"
"That seems terribly dishonest."
"You’re damn right it is! And that dishonesty is what’s paying your salary Labelle! So shut your fat face and do it!"
"No Gracie. I’m leaving."
Speaking of horrid….
Raiden outfit from Mortal Kombat (2011).
I had a late start today. The 3DS was telling me my photo album was full and I forgot how to get it to realize I fixed the problem.
(You need to go into 3DS camera and delete a picture within it. Deleting pictures from your SD card using a computer doesn’t fix it.)
When I finally fixed it though: it was the first snow of the season.
…that I’ve seen.
Dammit Gulliver. Stop getting wasted and maybe I wouldn’t have to constantly rescue you. This is like twice in 3 days. I’m sure Admiral Bobbery and Isle Delfino are getting just as sick of your shit as I am.
Why don’t you go find out… you TRAITOROUS HAG.
And don’t come back.
Well, that’s um… what?
Why would I be able to… this game has changed in some odd ways, I tell you what.
Toy Day? Is that what they’ve been calling it? Dammit Nintendo. Christianity is a thing that exists. I don’t believe in it, but you can acknowledge its existence without offending me. I mean, yes, it’s pretty much become all about the worship of Capitalism and Consumerism. So in that sense I guess it’s accurate. But: well, I just want Link to have his Cross Shield back.
Oh, so now my neighbors get to create
Christmas Toy Day Lists and I’m supposed to go and get them things? Who decided on that change?
…actually, no. Other towns may do it that way, but this is Shi’tton dammit! I’m the mayor, and all the presents go to me.
End of story.
Thought it was new DLC swag. Turns out Nintendo just wanted to tell me about the rolling suitcase. This is the downside of getting in early on these things. Before they realize that just having it at Best Buy is stupid.
At least Gulliver is trying to help me out with Mortal Kombat cosplay. And here I thought he only gave out landmarks.
…I guess I’m not quite sure if Vietnam has any internationally well-known landmarks, so this was probably a safe bet.
Scoot, I love having you over and all, but that’s a lie and you know it.
This would all be a lot easier if you’d just come out and admit your undying love for me.
Yeah, possibly fake painting. I get it. Gimme.
Huh. I wonder if Rasher’s trying to get me to feel bad about telling him he can move away. I think he was fishing for me to tell him how much I wanted him to stay and how much I appreciate him.
But I prefer not to reward people for not just coming out and saying what they want. They’re able to do it whenever they suggest a new town project, so why not now?
What’s this shit? I still have a brick block to get!
Then again: I do enjoy K.K.’s rave parties. Maybe it can wait.