My name is David and Iím 28. Iíve been playing videogames for most of my life. Iíve owned pretty much every Nintendo console and enjoyed a vast number of Nintendo games.
Iím here to confess to you that I have never played an Animal Crossing
game. Iíll be even more honest and say that it had never crossed my mind to play one. I thought Animal Crossing
was a game for children.
The irony isnít lost on me. Iíve spent countless hours on games that appear to be designed for kids. Iíve defended myself to friends and family against the accusation that all games meant for adults have blood and guns in them.
So Iím not quite sure why I drew the line at Animal Crossing
SPOnG has now said Ďenough is enoughí. The powers that be no longer want an Animal Crossing
Virgin on the team. Svend said such nice things about New Leaf
, after all. To put this right I've been sent a copy and asked to document my progress via a diary.
This is that Diary.
So over the next couple of months, Iíll be committing myself to Animal Crossing: New Leaf
- a game that I know pretty much nothing about - and documenting everything I get up to.
It started on a train with a difficult question.
Rover, who confusingly looks like a cat, came over to ask me the time. In real life this question would have sent shivers down my spine as in London ďHave you got the timeĒ usually means ďGive me your fucking phoneĒ.
I was confident in myself, though, as I could probably beat the shit out of Rover.
After I confirmed the time, Rover sat down in the seat opposite me. Iím not sure who Rover thinks it/she/he is at this point, but it/she/he seem to be making its/her/himself comfortable.
He (Rover's a boy's name, right?) then asks what my name is.
This is where I struggled. Now usually Iíd put my own name down, but I stopped to consider whether I wanted to be in this game. Did I want all my decision dictated by my own stupid morals?
No, not this time. I wanted to be someone else. I wanted to be a hard-hitting character who didnít pander to every request the game made of me. I didnít want to always be the good guy. I needed a name that would reflect my alter ego in this cartoon world.
I chose 'Gregg'.
Iím not sure why. Iím even more unsure why I opted for the double Ďgí. I regretted it the moment I confirmed. But itís too late now.
It was a far easier decision to name the town I was to spend my time in. ĎThe Hoodí was an easy choice. Iíd heard so much about ĎThe Hoodí from TV, Films and my rap LPs and always wanted to visit. This was my chance!
On arrival to The Hood I got to see my playable character for the first time. Jesus Christ does he look like a dickhead.
For now, though, I have more pressing matters ahead. Iím surrounded by the residents of the town and they all seem to think Iím their mayor.
Iíll be honest, this hasnít been a great experience for my first day. So far Iíve been bothered by a Cat with a Dog's name and now I have the pressure of being mayor of a town full of overly-happy animals. Iím not sure Iím ready for such responsibility.
So I inform the townspeople that they are confused.
It didnít make a difference.