All my Animal Crossing comics have a hint of sorrow to them. It probably says something about me.
Oh Brewster. I think i’ll pass.
I bet you thought this was going to be about bees.
I always found it a little disconcerting waking up in front of my house after getting stung by the scorpion or the tarantula. How did i get there? Who dragged me home and left me laying on the cold cobblestone outside? What happened while i was unconscious? I always feel like anything sinister that happens in Animal Crossing can be traced back to one very suspicious raccoon.
Chow from Animal Crossing for Vee.
I would run down to the beach whenever it started raining and fish for hours in the hope of landing a Coelacanth only to end up with a pocket full of Sea Bass and shattered dreams.
