Everyone understands that video games do not accurately portray reality. In real life, eating a flower wonāt let you throw fireballs, nor can you recover from a dozen bullet wounds by ducking behind a short wall for a few seconds. Itās common sense that games must take some liberties in order to be, yāknow, games. Still, creators have a responsibility to ensure that their works donāt spread harmful misinformation. Unfortunately, Nintendo shirked this responsibility when they created Tom Nook, a cartoon raccoon from the āAnimal Crossingā series who loans the player money to buy a house.
Tom Nook is a patient and affable lender, who does not impose any deadlines on the player and allows them to pay him back at their own pace. I can say from experience that this is not how a real raccoon would behave. They wonāt let you forget about the money you owe them. Just ask that piece of shit loan-shark Randy Bandit, a raccoon who lives in my neighborhood and gave me a payday advance. That asshole is scratching at my window every goddamned night. āWhereās my money, Kyle? You still owe me that money.ā Yeah, Randy, and donāt I know it. Iām gonna get you your damn money, just let me fucking sleep.
āAnimal Crossingā also makes it way too easy to pay back a raccoon loan. You can just sell Tom Nook stuff like furniture, fruit, and fish, and soon enough, youāve got enough cash. Randy Bandit owns a pawn shop, too, but heās not quite as generous as Mr. Nook. In fact, his valuations are garbage, and thatās what he really loves: garbage. He spends most of his time in the damn dumpster. Plus, one time he took the watch I was trying to pawn and didnāt pay me anything. He claimed it was counterfeit and said it would be illegal to give it back to me. That was my grandfatherās watch, Randy! He wore it through the war! It wasnāt some knock-off from āChinatownā like you claim. Our city doesnāt even have a Chinatown!
Randyās got a lot of side-hustles. His new thing is that heās an independent contractor, kind of like how Tom Nook will expand your house in āAnimal Crossing.ā Randy is just as pushy as Tom is in the seriesā earlier games, refusing to take ānoā for an answer when he suggests that you put in a bay window or replace your carpet with hardwood floors. The difference is Randy doesnāt actually do the fucking job. Oh, sure, he does the demo right away, ripping out your old flooring, putting a big hole in your wall, and covering it all up with an old, ripped-up tarp. But then he disappears. He doesnāt even show up at night to hassle you about the money you owe him.
Eventually, you go down to the pawn shop to confront him, and he acts like he has no idea what youāre talking about. You threaten to report him to the city, but it turns out that he never got his business license and thereās no paper trail, so youāre stuck finding a different contractor to complete the work at twice the cost. Oh, and guess whoās back tapping on your bedroom window at two in the morning, demanding you pay back your loan or heāll tip over your trash cans? Thatās right: Randy Fucking Bandit. And that is his real middle name. Iāve seen his driverās license.
Thereās one other thing about Randy that rubs me the wrong way, even though it shouldnāt be a big deal. Itās just that I canāt help but notice how heās become increasingly nervous when thereās water around lately. Iām not sure what thatās all about, but itās been making me uncomfortable. Fucking Randy.
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