They feel like innocent Mitch Hedberg jokes if Mitch Hedberg had been a raccoon. There’s a quiet hilarity to every raccoon-authored facet of Donut County, and its wit stays sharp without descending into twee mirth. A lawnmower “scares grass to keep it small,” while a measuring cup “turns food into math.” Raccoon Company’s own corporate logo states “Have A Garbage Day!” in a pretty font with a powerful motto “HURL ME INTO A DUMPSTER” just below. All of it appears to be written from the eyes of a raccoon who doesn’t understand the item’s actual human purpose. Of special mention is the Trashopedia, the in-game dictionary that provides a one-sentence description of everything swallowed with the hole. The short length (it probably took me fewer than two hours to finish) insures neither piece outstays its welcome. Cave sequences occur between each level, leaving Donut County with almost as much casual chatter as tangible gameplay. Everyone in the community has a tiny story and a huge personality. It’s presented in a modern texting-culture aesthetic where characters issue genuine pain as often as they perform sick dunks on each other. BK’s obsession with earning enough work points to earn a quadcopter has selfishly imperiled the entire town, creating a medias res story where we find out how each of the local residents wound up in a trash-filled cave 999 feet below Donut County.ĭonut County’s writing is goofy and fantastic. His good friend Mira, the only human in a society of talking animals, provides emotional support and moral direction. The contents wind up in a cave system 999 feet below Donut County.īK is, technically, the raccoon player-character using the Raccoon Company’s app to control the holes. The hole gets larger every time it swallows an object, meeting the obvious end of eventually swallowing everything. The local populace doesn’t seem to be aware of this and keeps ordering donuts. They’ve used it to house a gig-economy app where its contractors, Hole Drivers, can create nebulous holes that swallow everything. Raccoons see no problem with and suffer no penalty when stealing anything.ĭonut County, which I believe to be a work of fiction, is a place where raccoons have bought the local donut shop and transformed it into a sanitation management headquarters. This moral failing and general paradox leaves room for the perfect crime. They’re criminals, but nature isn’t subject to the laws of men and it’s deemed unwise to put animals in prison. Their fondness for trash theft and their default bandit fur creates an unsavory reputation, but it’s obvious that, if allowed, raccoons would steal anything that isn’t nailed down. Raccoons enjoy garbage but are not arbiters of what is and is not garbage.