Over time, we became less human and more... divine.

I restarted my ACNH island last night, and I thought I’d take it nice and easy this time like people online who have restarted and say that without the hype or the uncertainty and anxiety of March 2020 it’s easy to just be chill and not feel any pressure to rush or have a perfect island, but I need you to know that my first playthrough in the midst of all hype, I didn’t tt for at least three whole months, whereas in the past 12 hours, I have already speedrun almost all the way to KK.

At some point you have to accept certain things about yourself, and I’m facing the glaring fact that the only ACNH external pressure I ever felt was to “take it easy” but when left to my own devices, I play this game with the same singleminded forward drive as ACII or DMC3. I barely slept and don’t remember the last time I ate, and that’s honestly the best way to game.

News about this new island.

• My new name is God. Yes, this makes the dialogue about as hilarious as you would imagine.
• My new island name is Inferno. Yes, this makes the dialogue about as hilarious as you would imagine.
• So I’m running around my island, working my indebted butt off, fully expecting a twink to show up at the campsite. Why a twink? Because the first campsite visitor is hardcoded to be a Smug villager, and in the past two years, the only Smugs that have shown up on my island have been Zell, Marshal, and Raymond. (Okay, Marshal was an amiibo, but still.) Walked into the tent, knowing from past experience that you have to accept your first camper, wondering who my government-assigned boyfriend will be this time. And of all possible species options, because life is ironic and hilarious, I find this literal fucking bear.
• Lesson learned - Smugs aren’t all twinks, they’re just all gay. Brb gonna go buy my new daddy some leather.