Monday is the day of the raffle.
Tom Nook clearly still controls the supply lines in this town, despite my best efforts. His store is re-stocked with different items every day, and although many Animals have complained about the inconvenience that causes, they remain loyal customers. Me too. He must also have a scheme going with Sow Joan, the turnip lady. I bought 20 turnips from her at 103 Bells each, and Nook has been valuing them at 70-80 Bells each all week. I smell corporate dishonesty. Someone is Nooking the books here.
Back to the raffle. You have to have 5 tickets to enter, and rumors abound that this is a good way to score NES games. My suspicion is that Nook might actually spirit the winner away to a magical amusement park and they'll never be seen again. Tom Nook's "The Raffle."
I'm very close to paying off my second loan. I'm sure Nook is already concocting a new plan to get me back into debt. Unfortunately, Nook belongs to some kind of Animal Crossing Chamber of Commerce, because he's completely untouchable like the other shop vendors. I can't master him like I can the villagers. He never walks around outside, so I can't trap him by digging holes. You can't wield your tools in his store, so I can't smack him with my bug net. And he's not interested in idle chit-chat, so I can't offend and/or manipulate him psychologically. I can't even send him threatening letters.
And since his store is the single best way to clear out my inventory of crap (and get money for it,) he provides a service I need. I often need it late at night when he's not even open, and my pockets are full of White Scallops and Red Snappers I need to sell. I've got to face it: I'm a Nook whore.
