Menewsha Avatar Community - Animal Crossing: Wild World

Oh god, Wild World.

Don't let them fool you. The villagers, i mean. They seem nice. They welcome you, give you free stuff, and become your best friends forever.
Well, they pretend to. And did a damn good job with me.

It started with that boar. I forget his name; shunted into the back of my memory like some backstabbing friend you wish never existed. Mainly because he was one.
Our relationship was rocky, at first. He made a jab here, an insult there, and I quickly learnt he was the head honcho of the town. But while some people tend to avoid such characters, I thought it would be beneficial to befriend this one. Becoming allies with the neighbourhood bully can reap rewards later in life.
I sent him a letter declaring my allegiance, to him. He replied quickly, and with a stern tone in his writing; "Who're you trying to impress?".
But I knew this pig. This was not a mere insult; this was an acceptance.
I tried to improve relations further. So far, I had managed to get a good foothold on the social ladder, slowly climbing it towards the light at the top.

Thats when he said it.

He wanted to rename me 'Bucko'.

What is this, i declared! A nickname? For moi? But it's so silly! It's so horrible! I don't like it! Get it away!
It was too late. The boar - and what I'd pay to go back in time and do his shins in with the spade - had decided that's my new name.

Okay then, I can play this game. I'll merely leave you to your own devices. Obviously, he was not going to let up merely because I passed a few compliments around him, oh no. If i was to befriend the bully, I had to befriend the bully. So i kept up my social links. I tried my best. I worked hard for both his attention, and for some weird raccoon that kept demanding rent or something.

Thats when i saw him.

He was spreading it. Bucko, and The Name, i mean. He was talking to that archaeologist pig, who ended up laughing. When i walked over to ask what was so funny, he called he it.

He called me Bucko.

But why, dear porky friend of mine? Why must you fall into the devices that this foul beast of a boar puts down for his own amusement? Ah, but i see it's too late. You've already told the horse. So now she calls me Bucko, does she?

I see how it is.

I went to my friend to see what i can do about this...uprising of animal-kind. But i was too late; obviously taunted out of the town for being my friend, she had left a letter, saying how she had moved to another town, and how she'll 'miss me'.

The next few months were depressing. I couldn't walk out in the open without The Name being muttered under breath, under snout, under muzzle. It was everywhere. It was like a plague. The only friend i had was a dear old cat, called Moe. Moe was a simple beast; he spoke of nothing except how he enjoys eating and sleeping. And while he was quite mundane, he was company. The Name crossed his lips a few times, if not all the time; but i knew that this misdemeanour was merely him following the crowd, clueless to what was going on.
I let it slide. I'm still glad i did.
But days turned to months turned to years. I kept visiting Moe, causing a group of animal-kind to gather around his house, calling for me like the baying of wolves.
Maybe because some of them were wolves. Or where they? Can they even appear in the game? It not matter. What did was that eventually, i knew my place. I was the village idiot. The leftovers. All i fulfilled in life was giving some fossils - once happily sent to a friendly pig, a time that didnt seem too long ago - to a dozy old owl who put it in a museum, then go listen to a cat and his dreams of...eating.
So, i decided to leave.
I haven't played it since. What will they think of me? What of the weeds, now free to grow? I dare not wish to hear of their accusations. I'd rather let the town rot, for all i care.
I became a loner in a game based on social interaction.
Damnit, i'm bad at this!

So, after this, i suppose you wish some advice to avoid this same scenario. Well, here goes:

1. Choose friends wisely. When in doubt, remember; you are your own best friend.
2. The dozy owl likes fossils. Constantly give him them to help him make his museum. Alternatively, sell the fossils to that crazy racoon for bells he'll no doubt steal again from your hands the next time he comes to your house with bailiffs and a rent bill.
3. Gyroids can become your friends. Leave them in your house. Listen to their tune. Not for too long. You'll go insane.
4. Both fossils and Gyroids are found in cracks on the floor. Stomach your pride, and purchase a spade from the raccoon, post-haste. Dig on the cracks. It is essential for living.
5. While cruel, the animal-kind have a desire for foreign fruit. Look around you. What fruit adorn the trees? Pears? Apples? Whatever they are, your village folk do not wish for yet another tree. These are native fruits, and the animals grow weary of them. Get a foreign fruit - a fruit that they do not yet harvest with their cruel paws - and grow a tree with it. Then plant the fruit of your new foreign trees, until you have a farm of foreign fruit. These fruits can net a lot of bells - three times more than a native fruit, if i recall - if you wave them long enough in front of that blasted raccoon. I managed to get hold of a foreign fruit by sending native fruit to some of my fellow torturers, and one of them sent me a foreign fruit in a fit of false friendship - but if you are lucky enough to be able to escape to another player's town, see if their native fruit is different to your own, and take some if they are; with permission, of course.
6. While Moe only talks about how drinking orange juice while having a hand on his hip makes him "feel like a cowboy", he is a loyal friend. Befriend him at all costs.
7. Turnips. What's that, you say? How is this a hint? Well, occasionally, a lovely traveller, every Sunday, will visit your town. She will sell you turnips for a fixed price. If you decide to bite, you can then sell your turnips to that flea-infested raccoon (you can see how he seems to run the place). The price he's willing to pay for the turnips vary every day, so hold on for a profitable day, but beware - after a week, the turnips go rotten, and the money you spent on purchasing them is forever lost. Sell quickly. Sell wisely. Sell under-cover.
8. Resetti is what happens when the town consumes you. Do not become him. Do not anger him.
9. Keep ears open for local events coming up. Of course, it is all a cover up for their much crueller intentions in the near-distant future, but you can net some nice bells or items to help give you more reason to not end your miserable life.
And it will be miserable.
10. Keep your backstabbing knife close, and warm with blood.

Good luck, friend. Maybe one person can conquer the town of animal-kind; for i have long since given up on them, and poor Moe. God-speed.