Dude just imagine being a Poptropican island resident. Something’s gone wrong with the entire island, you’re trying to live day by day but like some shark vampire eats your house or whatever, and you are just having the worst time. And then suddenly THIS RANDOM TOURIST ON A BLIMP JUMPS DOWN 20 FEET IN FRONT OF YOU, BACKFLIPS AND CARTWHEELS THEIR WAY AROUND TOWN AND YOUR NEIGHBOR GRANNY MILDRED HAS HER HOUSE BACK CAUSE THAT TOURIST JUST PUNCHED THAT SHARK VAMPIRE WITH A PUNCH MACHINE THEY STOLE AND THE FARMER YOU PROBABLY MET CASUALLY THREE DAYS AGO TURNS OUT TO HAVE RADIOACTIVELY TURNED ALL SHARKS INTO VAMPIRES AND NOW THEYRE FIGHTING ON THE SHORELINE. And then your house is back. And then we forgive the farmer and the mf tourist only takes a god damn medal and spins back to their blimp. What the hell. how the fuck do you live as an npc in these stories.
It is what it is.
