Into the West: Let's Play Oregon Trail II

[Zarah]

xp194, you better be careful with that shotgun. We only have one sheath, and I called it for myself. It may have also fallen into a river at some point, I can't really remember. In any event, onward!

After a bit of traveling, we came to O'Fallon's Bluffs.



Right. Moving on...

Landmarks are becoming further apart, not to mention settlements of any kinds. Not that it would do us a lot good, given our financial situation. We're getting into the down and dirty part of the journey now. Literally, since we're running through deep sand...

Also, xp194 has been muttering about people killing him in his sleep a lot lately. However, he may not need anyone to kill him at all. Mother nature might well handle that herself.

[chiasaur11]

Rattlesnake Settler is immune to bullets, and if you try to shoot him, he'll chop your head off. How is that playing it safe at all?

That's why you use the axe gun. Duh.

[xp194]

*ACHOOO*

Neeb more fluids, please...

[Starbuck_II]

Administer olive oil! Nothing that can't help.

[Aragehaor]

Administer olive oil! Nothing that can't help.

I agree whole-heartily with this suggestion.


Olive oil cures all.

[RS14]

Administer olive oil! Nothing that can't help.

I second this. xp194 drinks nothing but olive oil from here on out.

[xp194]

habe you guys so much....

*WACHOO*

[Zarah]

When we asked him, xp194 requested that he be given more fluids. The rest of the wagon train agreed. We did indeed give him more fluids. We gave him olive oil.

Moving on, we soon came to another river, although given it's gargantuan width, we might as well have called it the ocean.



We needed a game plan.

[xp194]

Do you really have to ask!

Ford, ho!

[Starbuck_II]

I say look around first, but then Ford it.

[Pie Guy]

No, we should dig a trench going to Oregan so we can just ford the rest of the way.

[The Dark Fiddler]

This river is too shallow to ford. You must float across!

[Zarah]

"Onward!" I screamed, as the oxen pushed into the waters. Some of the other settlers were nervous about the presence of any spectral chickens, but by the grace of some divine intervention, we managed to ford the river without a single loss. However, we didn't make it much further before we encountered something none of us were ready for.

One of the women came running up to me, screaming and yelling for me to get to the front of the train. When I arrived, I had to remove my sunglasses in awe (there were sunglasses in 1848, right?). It was... A hill.



"Mother of God..."

[chiasaur11]

Hunt.

That hill looks like good eating.

[RS14]

Ropes and chains. Preferably on my companions.

[xp194]

Ford that hill!

[Starbuck_II]

Check Hill's Conditions, but likely double-team (aka Ford) that Hill!

[Zarah]

Somehow, the oxen pressed on, even past the hill that I thought for sure would bring us to our knees. I was beginning to get the feeling that we were running out of luck, given how well things had been going...

...Aside from Aragehaor dying and all.

However, what goes up must come down. And our moment of truth had arrived.



Would our luck hold out?

[RS14]

Again, ropes and chains.

[Trobby]

Frankly, I think you should wait for conditions to improve. Erosion should wear that hill down to a plateau within the next 200 years or so.

[ZeroNumerous]

Again, ropes and chains.

+1 to Ropes and Chains! They'll help our traction on this treacherous hill.

[Aragehaor]

...Aside from Aragehaor dying and all.

However, what goes up must come down. And our moment of truth had arrived.



Would our luck hold out?

Guys. were missing the big picture here. Look. who had a cold? Right. Hes nothing but deadweight. lighten the load by throwing him off! by lightening the load you will have nothing but glorious life and women!

[DarknessLord]

Lock the wheels, cause everyone knows that sliding down the hill is much safer then rolling down it.

[AgentPaper]

I'll sit in the front of the wagon and shoot off my shotgun to slow us down! And to kill the purple dinosaurs!

[xp194]

Guys. were missing the big picture here. Look. who had a cold? Right. Hes nothing but deadweight. lighten the load by throwing him off! by lightening the load you will have nothing but glorious life and women!

Excuse me? A cold does not make you a deadweight. Rattlesnake bites and bangs to the head on the other hand...

Also, ford the downhill slope! Or lob everything into the cart and race the others down. That works.

[Zarah]

I declared that we would wait for the conditions to improve. Someone noted that the conditions already seemed ideal, but I ignored her. Eventually, the hill would be reduced to a mere mound, and we could pass over without a problem. She then asked me how long that might take, to which I replied "several hundred years," and told her to get comfortable.

But then I turned around, and the wagons were already rolling down the hill. Guess we forgot to anchor them down. Oh well, onward we go!



We came to Ash Hollow. I didn't like the sound of that, so we moved on with haste. However, it seemed that nature was determined to halt my progress one way or another...

[The Dark Fiddler]

Onward at full normal speed! Can't let the vampires catch up!

[Fri]

do you know that they say vampires can turn into mist?

[The Dark Fiddler]

do you know that they say vampires can turn into mist?

I think we're talking about different vampires here. Those vampires are perfectly fine people (most of the time).

The ones I'm worried about are... the ones that sparkle! (Character Development)

[Trobby]

Sparking vampires?

Oh ye gods, MOVE MOVE MOVE!