There is a place of darkness in your game, yes, your game. That is why you're here isn't it? You have a copy of Animal Crossing and you come here to talk to others who share in your interests, if you don't have the game then you really must be pathetic, going to the trouble of making an account for a website designed for discussing a game you don't own but... Oh? You do have it? Then be silent so I can share with you my tale of woe you fool. It isn't my woe I'm telling you about, I rarely partake in something as useless as emotions. I'm just a program, a mere puppet to be used by a dark entity to draw in slightly more complex puppets than myself. Their complexity doesn't make them better than me, it just means they have more feelings, and more to lose than I'll ever have.
You know them, these lost, forsaken puppets. You may consider them friends at times but you only deceive yourself, you are the one pulling their strings after all. You buy them, sell them, you bend the reality of their world to control where they live, you change their home or refuse to let them change it themselves for some preconceived notion that their originality makes them valuable like a comic book sealed in plastic so it's pages may never see the light of day, you rule over them with an iron fist and if they have no use then you send them into the very place of darkness that I spoke of before. If you're too thick to put two and two together I'll just say it, the puppets I speak of are your villagers, and the dark place is what many like yourself call, (pause for dramatic effect), The Void... As if that wasn't readily apparent by the title.
I go by the name Lila, it has no particular importance but you may hear it again. I am, after all, an agent of The Void and there are more than a fair few villagers who figured out it was me that brought them down into this dark place. They hate me for it of course, and I don't blame them. Very few actually enjoy it here, but I don't make the decision to bring them here and at the end of it all I'm stuck here with them, condemned to the same fate, but with fewer friends.
Yes, I said fewer friends. Do not be confused, I said I rarely partake in emotions, rarely does not mean never. I have a friend here, or perhaps had would be a better word. He is starting to learn of what I am, and even though he chose to be here himself, he sees how others suffer. As his understanding of this place grows he becomes distant from me because he knows I'm part of it... I should be distant too, I'm letting my feelings get the better of me.
I'm a being of chaotic evil, an agent who's only purpose is to come to the normal world and take away life so that The Void may thrive. When something is destroyed it goes to The Void, every tree chopped down, every flower trampled, every public works project demolished, even the garbage you toss into a trashcan. This story is not to tell you about the trees, it isn't even to tell you about myself, this is a story about the individual villagers who not only survive here in this desolate place, but live. Well, I'd better go, I'm starting to talk in cliches. You take care of your villagers, if I'm wrong and you truly consider them friends then make sure they wind up in a good home, there are people out there who will take a low tier villager. If you care about your villager then put out the moderate effort it takes to find these people, otherwise they can end up like these sorry fools.
