WELL, WHATEVER, I'M GOING TO BE LYNCHED SOON AND I HAVE A HUGE TL;DR TO POST. IT'S LONG SO IT'S ACTUALLY VERY CORRECT
You know what grinds my gears? Even more than being lynched on d1 in a mafia game? The fucking turnip economy. Animal Crossing is notorious for making these root vegetables cause premature balding and increased stress in many people, and the hilarious thing is eating the damn things does nothing. You can leave them in your house and maybe put them in your letters if you’re the kind of friend who mails care packages full of boxes of beets and radishes to your friends and you can litter them all over the floor of your town but eating them? You fucking stuff the goddamn things raw into your mouth dirt and all and nothing happens. Absolutely nothing. Animal Crossing is ridiculous when it comes to food. In New Leaf, you can buy a frickin’
sushi platter that looks fucking delicious and not like the cheap ass sushi that you get from that seedy restaurant down the road, no. It looks glorious. And you know what it’s used for? It’s used as a piece of frickin’ furniture. And you place it in your home and you can’t even eat the thing and it just sits there and rots. I’ve had a sushi platter in my house in the open in a cockroach infested room and it just sits there. You can’t eat it. It’s there for points. The hilarious thing is when the Happy Home Academy comes in and checks out your house in the dead of night because privacy is not a thing in Animal Crossing: New Leaf they look at that plate of rotting sushi on your table and apparently think that that warrants good design. Instead of calling in the public health department they instead give you a bunch of rudimentary checkmarks on their clipboards and mail you a complimentary t-shirt in a few days. They say that an animal’s digestive system is different from a human’s but I’d like to think in a world where animals can read comic books and do kickboxing despite not having the appendages required to do so they would have similar standards for public health.
The hilariously sad thing is that in Animal Crossing New Leaf your villagers will tell you about potatoes and French fries and gelato or whatever and you never see it. Even though you’re the mayor and the animals should be rolling out the red carpet whenever you grace their houses, they never show you any of the food. Add to that that you apparently live in a goddamn bizarre world where a piece of rotten fruit can emerge from a tree fully formed and it makes you want to round up half your villagers and sacrifice them in an arcane fire ritual in your basement.
Anyways.
The funny thing about turnips is that you buy them from a sow named Joan and you’re warned that they only last about a week. In a world of made-for-TV material
where green bags can keep produce fresh for up to 30 days , your town is apparently cut off from the world enough that these don’t exist and your turnips rot and become pieces of trash after a week. They also rot if you do any time travelling, which means if you live in any locale that observes Daylight Savings Time you’re basically fucked to hell and beyond because the moment you reset your clock all of your turnips will appear eaten by some unknown figure who takes one giant chomp out of them. The ghost of DST past. I’d advise you to move to Arizona, which doesn’t even observe DST at all,
but there are places in Arizona which observe DST and then there are places in Arizona which don’t observe DST within those places, so I’d advise you to stay away from that clusterfuck entirely. Why am I making a big fuss about these root vegetables which have a shorter shelf-life than I do in most mafia games? Because they’re the fucking equivalent of gold. Vegetable gold. They’re oil, if oil was a root vegetable.
Fig A. Turnips, explained. People don’t buy turnips to eat, they buy them because they like to gamble away their life savings in order to become billionaires. You sell them to Re-Tail and there’s a chance you can make back 6x of what you bought the piece of root for in the first place, and boom! You’re a fucking bell baron overnight. You think finding oil is lucrative? Think about opening up your game of ACNL and finding out that your town is buying turnips from 600 bells. I bet your ass that’s a lot better than trying to dig random holes everywhere and damaging the environment.
The problem is that people lose big, too. For every winner in ACNL there are losers, and sometimes you’ll want to throw that alpaca out a window. You gamble too much and lose everywhere. For every bell baron out there, there are bell paupers (not bell peppers) who once were living large but now are on the run from 40 different bell collection agencies, have a bounty placed on them by Tom Nook, and are in it deep with Crazy Redd.
Fig b. "I didn't know that the turnip price changes every day at noon!" The key is that people love turnips. There’s charts that track the four different kinds of trends out there. There’s an app that uses arcane magic to predict what your turnip forecast is going to look like in the week. There’s entire forums devoted to the high art of trading these giant useless pieces of vegetable. People place them all over their towns waiting for the perfect day to sell them all off and become rich overnight.
And the moment you tell a large group of people that turnips are selling high in your town?
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Fig c. Artist rendition of someone being attacked by angry turnip sellers for refusing to open their gates to them.
All hell breaks loose. I've seen too many people destroyed by turnip trading, so fuck that noise.
Also I voted Lucas because he sucks and every time I have an ACNL party with people he's always busy or his internet is down. It's like nautilus vs the world with the seven evil ex-boyfriends here plot please don't be the 8th.