Okay, picture this.
I'm eight years old and I've been playing Animal Crossing on the Nintendo Gamecube for some time now.
I loved that game. Like, possibly more than anyone could love a brother. Okay, maybe not that much, but when you're able to convince your parents to let you stay home from school because of how "sick" you are just to play a video game...
Anyway, I'm kind of rambling here. One day I took my memory card containing my first and farthest town to my best friend's house to visit her town, as usual, no big whoop. But when I got home, I popped that sucker in the memory card slot, booted up the game...
... the file was corrupted. Everything I had worked for, gone, all gone.
Now, today, being the twenty-something that I am, I would have just been miffed for ten minutes before buying a new memcard and moving on.
But for childhood me, this was the end of my world.
I sulked for weeks. Inconsolable. Not even trips to the aquarium or the zoo cheered me up. I wanted to crawl into a hole and cry forever. This was the worst.
Needless to say I got over it with the release of future games, but the memory of Tunetown still lingers in the back of my mind like a cobweb...
I just posted a similar experience - except I was 14, not 8! I literally bawled. My parents tried to tell me it was just a game, but I couldn't see it. It was - weirdly enough - my life at that point. >.<
Thinking back on these things makes me realize why I feel so 'cold' to games these days. It would be hard to top the emotional attachment that I had to Animal Crossing GCN back when I was younger and didn't yet have my passion for music (at that point I was just in band to be like my cousin) or any social life (how much the many social lives I have built up have fallen flat on their face *sigh*)
Okay, picture this.
I'm eight years old and I've been playing Animal Crossing on the Nintendo Gamecube for some time now.
I loved that game. Like, possibly more than anyone could love a brother. Okay, maybe not that much, but when you're able to convince your parents to let you stay home from school because of how "sick" you are just to play a video game...
Anyway, I'm kind of rambling here. One day I took my memory card containing my first and farthest town to my best friend's house to visit her town, as usual, no big whoop. But when I got home, I popped that sucker in the memory card slot, booted up the game...
... the file was corrupted. Everything I had worked for, gone, all gone.
Now, today, being the twenty-something that I am, I would have just been miffed for ten minutes before buying a new memcard and moving on.
But for childhood me, this was the end of my world.
I sulked for weeks. Inconsolable. Not even trips to the aquarium or the zoo cheered me up. I wanted to crawl into a hole and cry forever. This was the worst.
Needless to say I got over it with the release of future games, but the memory of Tunetown still lingers in the back of my mind like a cobweb...
This is literally me if my AC:NL town was corrupted. I would cry for days.
I would say that my saddest Animal Crossing moment isn't so much a single moment, but more of a common theme among people that know I play.
Whether it was playing the OG game on the Gamecube or playing in my dorm room now, I've been hard-pressed to find anyone that takes the game, or me playing it, seriously at all. It doesn't help that I'm a grown man now (scruffy beard and all), but most people I talk to say things like "what do you even do in that game?" or "isn't that for kids?"
The AC series has gotten me through my tough mental illnesses and I would even consider it therapeutic for me. It's hard sometimes to go out in public in fear that people will look at me and think negatively of playing a game that has such a special place in my heart. I wish I knew people to play with and people that understand and appreciate the AC universe as much as I do, but that's why I'm so thankful for communities like this one.
also deleting my town with portia in it why was I so stupid