The saga of the Webkinz continues. (Please see Saturday's post - and, no, I'm not going to link you because I don't know how to do that, and, honestly, it's just a short scroll down. Everybody up to speed? Wonderful - let's continue.)
It turns out that not only is it your job to house, clothe and accessorize your little webkin...you actually have to "feed" and "care" for it at regular intervals.
Wait a minute...this sounds vaguely familiar. Oh, yeah, I think I already have a couple of those.
We call them CHILDREN!
Of course, if you neglect your little Webkin a virtual social service agent does not come knocking at your door with a removal order. Oh no - if only it were that simple. If you fail to tend to your little webkin, it DIES! Not only does it die, but it comes with a tiny DNR request and the only way you can play on the webkinz site again it to....any guesses? That's right - go out and buy ANOTHER Webkinz.
Somewhere, Satan and Michael Eisner are in a hot tub, drinking martinis and laughing their heads off.