We interrupt your regularly scheduled cosplay update to bring you… an Animal Jam post!
That’s right, folks. After two or three years of inactivity, my best friend and I (who you may know as Amber or Rtangel781) drudged up our old accounts and played good ol’ AJ again. As it turns out, a lot of things have changed since we blogged about it.
In order to set aside old wounds (such as transferring all your rare items to a friend’s account and then forgetting their password – that’s dumb, kids, don’t do it) we started over from scratch, under the new names thedragonslayer14 and vneckofpower (don’t ask). We did, however, keep our old character names, Juniper Spiritbird and Lucky Shyclaws, just for old times’ sake, and also because Celestia (aka Flora Cottoncloud) and I recently dredged up both installments of “The AJ Story”, the first part of which was not quite as horrid as we’d expected.
Giraffes are now available to non-members, which is pretty cool, because it looks like nothing else new is. The name generator has (thankfully) had some new additions, adding cute prefixes like Sleek, Tranquil, and Ember, as well as some more questionable ones that make names like “Legit Swaggyswag” and “Notable Kawaiipotato” real possibilities. However, the old standby, Major Majormajor, is still around. Oh, well.
The good ol’ map was exactly how I remembered it. The general public in Jamaa Township seems to have got even more annoying since AJ got popular after I left. (Note to self: are these two things related? I hope not.) There’s also a new thing called a Jammer Wall, which I know nothing about, owing to the fact that it’s members-only.
Best Dressed, Falling Phantoms, and Splash-n-Dash are exactly as fun as I remember them being, and Amber and I can still scrape up a tie in Four Gem/Connect Four, which is pretty impressive, seeing as neither of us have played it in years. In addition, we just happened to drop in on a Monday, which pretty much every AJ player ever will recognize as the day that an exclusive rare goes up for sale in the shop. That day’s rare was a pair of cat ears and whiskers, which are less cute than they sound, at least on a wolf.
For the first time, I got to see the inside of a parental control account, which isn’t as interesting as I thought it would be. For starters, free chat is members-only now, which, in my opinion, is really stupid. You shouldn’t have to pay to be un-censored.
Then again, using that logic, you shouldn’t have to pay to dress up a wolf-shaped pattern of pixels in a skirt and a headset, either. But everyone does it. And, in hindsight, even though I blew close to fifty dollars on that website (in eleven-year-old dollars, mind you), I really don’t regret it. I had as much fun on Animal Jam as I’ve had in any other video game, even though it can’t compare in terms of gameplay. I had a weird kind of social life in which my friends and I gossiped and complained about the rising and falling of the AJ stock market (read: they brought rares to the Diamond Shop and everyone got mad). We played enormously fun games of pretend based on our characters and the additions we’d made to the canonical AJ world. Most importantly, I don’t think my friendships with either Amber or Celestia would be where they are now if we didn’t spend so much time frolicking in Jamaa together.
Would I spend that $50 again? If it meant having the kind of fun we had on Animal Jam, maybe so, at least once I’d confirmed that there was nothing better to spend that kind of money on, such as cosplay necessities, or ComicCon souvenirs. I can’t see myself spending money on another Animal Jam membership at any time in the near future, but who knows? Maybe my kids will be hipsters and they’ll play it, too.
Since, once again, I have no idea how to end this post without it ending up enormously cheesy, here’s a dank meme to send you on your way.