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A few? Tips? For new ACPC players!

There are 2 maps with fruit!

Breezy Hollow has 1 of each (Apples, Oranges, Cherries, Peaches, and Pears)

Lost Lure Creek has 2 and they are random, I restarted a few times and got Pears and Oranges, Apples and Oranges, and Peaches and Cherries. If you care about what extra fruit you have you’ll have to download the entire game AND complete the tutorial before you know what you have.

Also fruit related. This has been said a lot and will be mentioned on social media in the days to come- You have limited pocket space, shake fruit from the trees but don’t pick it up till you need it~ that way you’ll normally have enough for requests without sacrificing pocket space!

Non fruit trees drop 300~400 coins once per day at random!

Campers (Villagers?) are mostly random. You unlock new ones each time you level up. I think it’s based on your starting Camp theme. I choose cute and had Chrissy by 12? And Fauna by 19. Someone I know choose Cool and didn’t have Fauna till 26!

Talk to your campers every few hours! 3 of 8 can have requests and all of them can give you presents and gain a few points of affection!

Affection is capped at first at 7! You must build amenities to increase the cap. Tents take 14 hours and raise the cap to 10, others take it to 15 and then 20. These take a long time to build, 14 hours, 48 hours, 72 hours, etc.

Hoard your tickets! It’s not really worth it to use them beyond increasing your crafting spaces and getting the special guests (KK and Tom) and if you’re gonna be F2P you’ll want to save them. I’m sure they’ll be used in events.

could u do a fic abt storm? idc what it's abt but if u cld thatd b great!

Sure thing, anon! Here’s a fic about how Storm spent the off-season timeskip at the beginning of Cars 3! 

Fic: Motherland

They’re in Gemmayzeh, in a restaurant with a dress code to meet an uncle the American side of Storm’s family is elated to see. His mother cries.

Half an hour ago, winding through Beirut, Storm asked why a hauler couldn’t take them. But Storm’s mother wants the entire city to see her. Normally, Storm doesn’t mind being the center of attention, either, but none of these cars know who he is, and no one cares. Not here. Storm doesn’t like being reminded that his reputation doesn’t always speak for itself.

“At the restaurant, don’t speak,” his mother tells him. Whisper, if he must. She says, “Your Arabic is… ” and she means it’s like a baby’s. His family–well, his mother’s family–is very well-known in Lebanon, and there will be listeners.

If Gale were here, she’d laugh about this. She’d laugh about anyone telling Storm to be quiet, and she’d laugh at Storm being mad about it. She’d tell him his mother’s probably doing him a favor–Storm doesn’t want to talk to any of these cars; really, he’s been given permission to be sullen and silent. It’s a win-win.

She’d be right, but Storm’s still angry.

–

“Are we going to have to pray?” Storm asks. A private jet is launching them over the pole, straight from LAX to Lebanon. “Like, five times a day, facing–”

“We’re Maronites,” says his mother, tersely. Like that explains anything. Storm’s pretty sure he isn’t one.

–

“Do you have any plans for the off-season?” asks Shannon Spoke.

He’s never really understood her mannerisms, can’t tell if she likes him or wished he’d rot. She’s too professional. He tells her he’ll be overseas, training with supercars.

“You go where the competition is,” he says. He sounds self-assured and silky, like usual. When he watches the broadcast, he believes it.

In Lebanon, he tries to make his world as much like Los Angeles as possible. He doesn’t need to be worldly and he doesn’t want to “train” with supercars. In Lebanon, the Internet is the same. The fuel is a little better, to be honest. But those mountains could be the Sierras and the water could be the Pacific; they’re just out of reach, just like in Los Angeles. From Storm’s vantage point, Lebanon is just like Los Angeles.

Storm has never been to the mountains. He’s never touched the sea.

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