Shoot em'! Shoot em' all!
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Shoot em'! Shoot em' all!
what, Are we having a bake sale here cupcake?(:smalltongue:) When one guy stands between you. and delicious bacon you dont use threaten him to lower the price. You Shoot him in the head. Twice.
Then your free to steal all the bacony goodness and other such stuff you desire.
"A live chicken may cost more than an AK47, but when you get the gun, the chicken is free."
-Stephan Colbert
Scout the area. The rocks may be trying to catch you off-guard with a clever disguise, after their bluff failed.
Ford The Trading post (i love this game...)!
I suggest you..."sell" him some bullets, if you catch my drift. :smallamused:
...Don't actually sell bullets. Sell medicine or something. Things we don't need for things we do.
We could offload some food. We're only feeding 4 now... and we can always go hunting to cause extinction in the local species.
Just passing through ... can we get a gatling to mount on the wagon? Actually two would be better, in a rotating mount on the fore and aft ends of the wagon. Get a blacksmith to work up the necessary mounts.
Tongue-in-cheek,
Brian P.
Sell all our worthless food and buy more oil. We can't be getting sick here, now.
Biuy evvery wagoneer a set of Swordchucks, yo.
Sorry for my lull in updating. Being sick kinda killed my motivation. I'm still fighting it off as we speak... Type... Whatever. Anyway, let's continue!
I entered the trading post, proudly brandishing my forty-eight cents with the intention to buy the store's entire stock.
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"He may have more than we can afford."
Nonetheless, I still set out to buy only the essentials that I could afford. What did we end up with? A gallon jug of whiskey and two pounds of bacon.
We have 4 cents left in the bank.
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Let's see if our bacon whiskey can save us from drowning. Lord knows we won't be able to use the ferry.
Bribe the ferryman with whiskey.
Or just ford it. :smalltongue:
Dismantle that shop and turn it into a bridge. Then ford the river anyway.
The oxen started into the river, and I knew our luck would hold.
http://indolents.com/oregontrail/36-...er-swamped.jpg
"Well, at least we can drink ourselves stupid. I guess we traded the last few pennies we had for something worth while, at least!"
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"FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUU—"
The rest of the trip to Fort John was quiet.
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I think the others knew that our luck was beginning to run out.
Clearly, Xom has found you wanting. You must sack the fort in his honour to restore your standing.
How far are we from Oregon now anyway? It's been awhile, but judging by my wildly inaccurate internal map from the original Oregon Trail, I suspect we should be about negative two hundred miles from there now. Which should put us a little East of the Mariannes Trench.
...Wait, this WAS a quest to bring Optimus Prime back to life, wasn't it? I think I might've missed something.
I'm glad you asked. I've been meaning to upload a picture of the map for a while now and keep forgetting. Currently, we are near the western edge of this blue box:
http://indolents.com/oregontrail/37-fortjohn-map.jpg
Oregon City is on the western coast.
We haven't even made it to the desert yet. And we have 4 cents.
We are screwed.
We've only just reached boring rectangle state?
Why are you so frantic about money? Truly clerks will find our cause just for it is the one laid with bullets! (Aren't there less trading spots in the west anyway?)
Fort Kearney?
We're near Lone Ranger territory, looks like.
Which would be what's known as a last, slim chance.
I explored the interiors of the fort a little, but they didn't have anything to offer us, so we quickly moved on. Not long after, we arrived at Register Cliff.
http://indolents.com/oregontrail/38-registercliff.jpg
There were some things scribbled on the walls of the rock, which we eventually managed to decipher as "Username" and "Password." We weren't sure what it meant, so we pressed on.
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Our arrival at Ayers Natural Bridge was uneventful, aside from my disappointment that we wouldn't have to ford the river.
We did anyway.
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Only to come to another. No bridge for us this time, although there was a ferry. Three dollars, hah!
Ford!
Do it.
What does Chaulking do?
We tried Fording...what not try the mini-Ford?
Caulk the wagons and float! NOTHING WILL STOP THE BOAT WAGON ARMADA!
We've forded every river so far! We can make it!
Caulking is a waste of your time under 3.5 feet. Ford that sucker. With bullets.
We pushed on through, and the river gave little resistance. Things were going well.
Until I heard the bark of another wagon's dog.
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Someone was coming.