In 2001, a little game came out into the world for the Nintendo Gamecube. In America, it was called Animal Crossing. It was wonderful. You were a little person, living in a village of animals, going about your day. In college, my best friend and I played it for hours. It was sweet and calming (and capitalistic, but the animals were cute! Who cares! Tom Nook needs me to go into debt to finance my life? A-OK!).
So many of us spent years chasing that same warm and fuzzy feeling, but no other game got it quite right.
19 years later, in what seems to be our epilogue, it’s finally happened. This past Friday, Nintendo released Animal Crossing: New Horizons. I don’t think I’m exaggerating when I say this game is the Single Most Important thing in my life and thank God it exists.
Look, here’s what I’ve done for two days:
I fished a lot, caught some bugs, helped fund a museum, planted some cherry trees, explored an island, helped a shipwrecked sailor get back to his mates, designed some kick*ss band t-shirts, landed some presents that were floating in the sky, and had a wonderful night under the digital stars with a bonfire that I made.
Who needs real life when Animal Crossing: New Horizons is here to make all the mess go away? Come… slide into the digital island with your animal peers. Borrow 98,000 bells from the adorable raccoon Tom Nook, a capitalistic vulture. He doesn’t need the money back right away, after all, so spend some time on your island and wash your worries away.