Oregon Trail
Jan 8, 2015 18:40:49 GMT
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Post by sos on Jan 8, 2015 18:40:49 GMT
So no clue if I'm just too old, but Oregon Trail was a staple in my childhood. Played it so many times in school when there was nothing else to do. I would hope that the other Americans here played it too... as for the internationals, I doubt it, which is unfortunate.
Anyways, this Internet archive thing just uploaded a bunch of classic PC floppy disc games here, including Oregon Trail deluxe: archive.org/details/msdos_Oregon_Trail_Deluxe_The_1992#
I decided to play a game with the Clementeam, thatstoomuchfestivity, @jakest123, and thatstoo2019man plus my bae. Here are the highlights.
Barely a week into the journey, crack goes and fucks himself up. This would become a recurring theme. As would my generosity. Mama SOS always made sure to nurse the children back to health. I took no risks. If you're sick or hurt, I rest. I hunted often. I rode the wagon at a strenuous pace. Our rations were always filling, never so much as meager never mind bare. This was less the Oregon Trail and more a multi-month long luxury cruise. Crack got over his stupid illness that I've only ever heard from a blink-182 song in 9 days.
Not even a month later, that European mother fucker breaks his arm. Undoubtedly rough-housing with dfh as they were constantly checking each other into the boards (sides of the wagon) even when I was hollering at them to stop. I rest and hunt for 6 days total. The guy's arm just won't get better. I come to a decision: go to the fort or take a shortcut? I laugh at the choice. I don't need any supplies. I'm swimming in supplies. Green River.
20ish days later and into June, crack's crack in his arm finally straightens itself out. The beginning of summer. Plenty of food. Healthy oxen. Plethora of bullets to hunt with. It starts to look like nothing can stop us. ...and then bae gets typhoid. My heart is in shambles.
Call me whatever you want. Don't call me a guy that doesn't care about his bae. I rest for 5, count 'em, 5 days. When we come to the river, I fork over the money for the ferry so bae doesn't have to help us with the float. She kicks typhoid's ass in 10 days. crack begins to look like the black sheep of the family.
...and confirms his black sheep status a week later by being not only an attention hog, but a copy cat. WHO GETS TYPHOID FEVER THE DAY AFTER RESTING FOR FIVE FUCKING DAYS.
But crack is still one of my own. Naturally, I pander to his needs and coddle him. OK, how about five MORE days of rest, you bitch? crack smartens up almost instantly. Have to say I have my suspicions that he was faking.
The turn into July seemingly brings devastation. My starlets, dfh and Jake get sick back to back. dfh goes down first. I rest, praying to god that I cure his dentist disease. God returns my prayers by tainting our drinking water and giving Jake cholera. After bringing back 200 pounds of food, most of which I can only assume was Chipotle, and offering four days worth of bed rest full of SLEEP, yes, I said SLEEEEP and Joe Thornton highlight reels, dfh gets well again.
In what I can only assume is a gift from god, Jake gets better two days after dfh. If you can figure it out, explain it to me. Cholera is an illness acquired by drinking bad water. Jake got it from bad water. July 21st, we're hit with more bad water. Instead of being a smart leader and taking us away from the bad water, I rest for three days in the bad water location. On July 23rd, Jake defeats cholera. You got me, man. Nearing the end of July and lookin'...
HOW WILL IT END? WILL THE CLEMENTEAM MAKE IT? WILL THEY BEAT THE OREGON TRAIL? WILL ANYTHING ELSE GO WRONG? Tune in next time. Or, idk, a little while from now when I have time to finish.
Anyways, this Internet archive thing just uploaded a bunch of classic PC floppy disc games here, including Oregon Trail deluxe: archive.org/details/msdos_Oregon_Trail_Deluxe_The_1992#
I decided to play a game with the Clementeam, thatstoomuchfestivity, @jakest123, and thatstoo2019man plus my bae. Here are the highlights.
Barely a week into the journey, crack goes and fucks himself up. This would become a recurring theme. As would my generosity. Mama SOS always made sure to nurse the children back to health. I took no risks. If you're sick or hurt, I rest. I hunted often. I rode the wagon at a strenuous pace. Our rations were always filling, never so much as meager never mind bare. This was less the Oregon Trail and more a multi-month long luxury cruise. Crack got over his stupid illness that I've only ever heard from a blink-182 song in 9 days.
Not even a month later, that European mother fucker breaks his arm. Undoubtedly rough-housing with dfh as they were constantly checking each other into the boards (sides of the wagon) even when I was hollering at them to stop. I rest and hunt for 6 days total. The guy's arm just won't get better. I come to a decision: go to the fort or take a shortcut? I laugh at the choice. I don't need any supplies. I'm swimming in supplies. Green River.
20ish days later and into June, crack's crack in his arm finally straightens itself out. The beginning of summer. Plenty of food. Healthy oxen. Plethora of bullets to hunt with. It starts to look like nothing can stop us. ...and then bae gets typhoid. My heart is in shambles.
Call me whatever you want. Don't call me a guy that doesn't care about his bae. I rest for 5, count 'em, 5 days. When we come to the river, I fork over the money for the ferry so bae doesn't have to help us with the float. She kicks typhoid's ass in 10 days. crack begins to look like the black sheep of the family.
...and confirms his black sheep status a week later by being not only an attention hog, but a copy cat. WHO GETS TYPHOID FEVER THE DAY AFTER RESTING FOR FIVE FUCKING DAYS.
But crack is still one of my own. Naturally, I pander to his needs and coddle him. OK, how about five MORE days of rest, you bitch? crack smartens up almost instantly. Have to say I have my suspicions that he was faking.
The turn into July seemingly brings devastation. My starlets, dfh and Jake get sick back to back. dfh goes down first. I rest, praying to god that I cure his dentist disease. God returns my prayers by tainting our drinking water and giving Jake cholera. After bringing back 200 pounds of food, most of which I can only assume was Chipotle, and offering four days worth of bed rest full of SLEEP, yes, I said SLEEEEP and Joe Thornton highlight reels, dfh gets well again.
In what I can only assume is a gift from god, Jake gets better two days after dfh. If you can figure it out, explain it to me. Cholera is an illness acquired by drinking bad water. Jake got it from bad water. July 21st, we're hit with more bad water. Instead of being a smart leader and taking us away from the bad water, I rest for three days in the bad water location. On July 23rd, Jake defeats cholera. You got me, man. Nearing the end of July and lookin'...
HOW WILL IT END? WILL THE CLEMENTEAM MAKE IT? WILL THEY BEAT THE OREGON TRAIL? WILL ANYTHING ELSE GO WRONG? Tune in next time. Or, idk, a little while from now when I have time to finish.