We come to a rolling stop and I stumble out the door while he shouts at me with that sarcastic voice again before peeling off with my suitcase still in the trunk. This should have been my first sign that something was horribly wrong. He asks me how I'm going to pay off the fare in a light-hearted manner, as though we hadn't already paid the camp admissions. I'm jolted awake when he tries to make small talk. Eventually I lose track of time and start to doze off to the mezmerizing sound of the rain beating against he window. Despite the long drive, I never get more of his face than a passing glance. His speech is garbled, and I don't like the way he says 'camp', like he's being sarcastic. There's something wrong with the cab driver, some kind of glandular problem. Like the beginning of all shitty horror stories, it's pouring outside. I toss my suitcase in the trunk and we take off before my mother even gets a chance to wave goodbye. I'd never heard of this particular summer camp, but it was cheap and we were broke.

This is a literal and practically contextual account of what happens to poor bastards sent to Animal Crossing.Īudiotrack by Stinkmeister, Triangle Head, NeoGeo0823, Zutaten, BroadSquadGo, and Rupert Buttermilk The following images have not been altered in any way (other than to rescale them or to identify which dialog option is being chosen). I've documented the journey of Billy, a young, happy lad who believes he's going off to have fantastic adventures at summer camp. I was not prepared for the shit that goes on in this children's game. When it was released on the DS it received such positive reviews that I decided to give it a shot, despite the fact that it appears to have been created for small children suffering from down's syndrome and ADD. I've always heard a lot of good things about Animal Crossing, but I never owned a Gamecube.

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