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shinydinosaurPlugged in my Oregon Trail (original) CD and away we go.
I just jotted down the important things for the characters, not every little detail (that'd get boring fast).
Me: Zoe
Party Members: Wash, Simon, River, Mal
Leaving in June.
June 12: River becomes sick with typhoid fever.
June 17: Wash becomes sick with typhoid fever.
June 23: River gets better.
June 25: River is suffering from exhaustion. (WTF)
June 26: We rest for 2 days.
June 28: Wash gets better.
June 28: Three sets of clothing are stolen. (The guys decide to preserve the female modesty and offer Zoe and River the remaining two sets of clothes)
July 5: River gets better.
July 17: Reach Independence Rock. (Zoe and River try to trade things for clothing but nobody has any to spare, apparently.)
July 17: Wash has the measles.
July 18: River has a broken leg. (Probably from excess dancing.)
July 28: Wash gets better.
August 1: Manage to acquire 3 sets of clothing.
August 5: Simon is suffering from exhaustion.
August 6: Wash has cholera. Decide to rest for 2 days.
August 16: Simon gets better.
August 17: Wash and River follow suit and get better.
August 23: We lose the trail for four days. Health is poor.
August 25: River has a fever.
August 27: Rest for two days.
September 3: River gets better.
September 4: Health of everyone is very poor.
September 11: River has a broken arm.
September 14: Wash has dysentery.
September 25: Wash is better.
September 26: River died of dysentery. (WTF)
September 27: Simon has cholera.
September 28: Wash has dysentery.
October 4: We made it!
Total: 3592 points
My favorite part of the whole thing was that Mal and Zoe were totally fine the whole time. Y'know, solders and all. They can deal. xD
BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW THIS IS WHAT THE PURPOSE OF THE GAME IS.
I DEMAND DRABBLES. ICONS. SOMETHING. ANYTHING. GO.
Although srs, little pixel Oregon Trail wagon with something next to it would be epic. Text: "Oh God, oh God, we're all gonna die?" would be hilar.
(PS: and if you do use this for anything, all I ask is a little credit and post it here, that'd be awesome.)
I just jotted down the important things for the characters, not every little detail (that'd get boring fast).
Me: Zoe
Party Members: Wash, Simon, River, Mal
Leaving in June.
June 12: River becomes sick with typhoid fever.
June 17: Wash becomes sick with typhoid fever.
June 23: River gets better.
June 25: River is suffering from exhaustion. (WTF)
June 26: We rest for 2 days.
June 28: Wash gets better.
June 28: Three sets of clothing are stolen. (The guys decide to preserve the female modesty and offer Zoe and River the remaining two sets of clothes)
July 5: River gets better.
July 17: Reach Independence Rock. (Zoe and River try to trade things for clothing but nobody has any to spare, apparently.)
July 17: Wash has the measles.
July 18: River has a broken leg. (Probably from excess dancing.)
July 28: Wash gets better.
August 1: Manage to acquire 3 sets of clothing.
August 5: Simon is suffering from exhaustion.
August 6: Wash has cholera. Decide to rest for 2 days.
August 16: Simon gets better.
August 17: Wash and River follow suit and get better.
August 23: We lose the trail for four days. Health is poor.
August 25: River has a fever.
August 27: Rest for two days.
September 3: River gets better.
September 4: Health of everyone is very poor.
September 11: River has a broken arm.
September 14: Wash has dysentery.
September 25: Wash is better.
September 26: River died of dysentery. (WTF)
September 27: Simon has cholera.
September 28: Wash has dysentery.
October 4: We made it!
Total: 3592 points
My favorite part of the whole thing was that Mal and Zoe were totally fine the whole time. Y'know, solders and all. They can deal. xD
BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW THIS IS WHAT THE PURPOSE OF THE GAME IS.
I DEMAND DRABBLES. ICONS. SOMETHING. ANYTHING. GO.
Although srs, little pixel Oregon Trail wagon with something next to it would be epic. Text: "Oh God, oh God, we're all gonna die?" would be hilar.
(PS: and if you do use this for anything, all I ask is a little credit and post it here, that'd be awesome.)
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WILL BE EDITED, WAIT FOR IT...
Date: 2010-11-04 03:13 am (UTC)The group all sat around the small fire that Wash had started stoking as they stopped for the day. Simon was in the wagon counting his medicine vials and watching over River as she slept. Mal looked towards the setting sun then to the field. "Zoe. We're going hunting."
"Wait what?" Wash interjected. "It's getting dark Mal! You can't suddenly decide to do that. We stopped for a reason!"
"I can when it's my wagon." He slung his gun over his shoulder. "The deer should be lowering 'bout now. And we might even find a buffalo."
"Or a bear!"
Mal glared at him. "Meat's running low. Unless you want to stop eating we're going to go and replenish it while we're still on good soil."
"Dear." Zoe said firmly. "Listen to the Boss."
Wash slumped his shoulders. "Fine, but take a lantern with you! And come back before the stars come out or I swear I'll drive Serenity into open territory!"
---
Mal and Zoe trekked carefully into the field, their footfalls blending with the natural sounds of the land. "Control that husband of yours will ya?"
Zoe turned to him lips pursed.
Mal continued, "Life out here ain't for the weak, and it won't get any easier later on. And I can't have him cryin' over every boo-boo you haven't gotten yet!"
Zoe turned around and aimed her gun in Mal's direction. She fired and the bullet soared over his shoulder and caught an escaping pheasant in the distance. "You should know better than to make so much noise out here. You'll scare off the prey."
"Right." He answered calmly, but as soon as she left to retrieve her game he let out a huge sigh of relief. "That guy might be more annoying than a scared headless chicken, but he has my respect." He thought to himself.
A little while later Mal scanned the horizon, his eyes lighting up in excitement. "Zoe!" He whispered loudly, "C'mere!"
She walked over to him quietly, trying to see what he was looking at. "Is that...what I think it is Boss?"
"Yup." He said excitedly as he loaded his rifle. "A king buck if I ever did see one." He aimed his gun and...
WHAT SHOULD HAPPEN NEXT:
A.) GUN BACKFIRE
B.) GUN MISSES
C.) RANDOM MISHAP
Re: WILL BE EDITED, WAIT FOR IT...
Date: 2010-11-04 03:25 am (UTC)C.
A.) GUN BACKFIRE
Date: 2010-11-04 03:28 am (UTC)Zoe immediately bent down beside him, swiftly taking out a handkerchief and dressing his wound.
"I guess..." He winced. "I should have checked the guns first."
Zoe merely shrugged. "You normally do."
"Was lazy... Ow."
"You forgot."
"I never forget."
"You've been forgetting a lot of things ever since we stopped at that small tribe yesterday."
Mal turned away from her. "That has nothing to do with anything." He sat up trying to collect himself. "Guess we better head back now. It's one thing to have our cattle driver preaching at me, but compared to our young doc-to-be, he's a siren's song."
B.) GUN MISSES
Date: 2010-11-04 03:51 am (UTC)"Creatures have life too you know. A beating heart like you and me. Reckless hunting belies greed. And you all call us the savages. "
"Oh and I'm sure that 'Oregon-Land of Promise' was nothing more than another of your government's lies. You just want an excuse to travel. Forever in love with the journey rather than the end."
"M-Mal I... Never mind."
Mal snaps back to reality just as he realizes his shot missed. "Damn."
"Distracted Boss?"
"Nope." He takes a couple more steps forwards and falls into a small pitfall trap. "Ow!"
Zoe allowed herself a glint of a smile as she walked back to the campsite to get some rope.
C.) RANDOM MISHAP
Date: 2010-11-04 04:16 am (UTC)"Just in time for the Sabbath Boss."
Mal threw her a look. "We ain't Jew folk or anything resembling 'chosen ones'. You've been talking with that chieftain too much."
"Everyone deserves a bit of rest Boss."
"Not everyone embarks on this forsaken trail. Well...that's how it used to be at least. I was thinkin' 'bout actually staying in Oregon this time. Quiet there, not too much folk, and most of them take a lifetime to rest the trail out of them. What do you think Zoe?"
"Where ever you go Boss."
"Hum. Wonder what Wash would say to that." He walked over and dragged the deer behind him. "Heavier than I remember..." He grunted.
"Need help Boss?"
Mal motioned to her as she helped him drag back the game. As they headed back they saw a fast moving figure running past.
"Ooh!" Mal exclaimed excitedly as he started to set the deer back down.
"Boss?"
"Shh Zoe! I'm about to take home a little present for our young doctor." He chuckled to himself as he got out his gun.
"You...know 'what' that is; right Boss?"
"Uh-huh..." He nodded as he took careful aim...
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"I *told* you we needed at least 12 bars of soap!" Simon called out from a distance.
"Stop yapping until you find a cure for this Doc!"
"It's not a disease!"
"It's poison!"
"It...should wear off? It's not like something like this is in any of my books."
"Could've sacrificed your books for soap since you were so insistent on bringing that."
Simon rolled his eyes, "You're the one who said we needed them for firewood..." He leaned back and sighed as a flash of tangled hair flew past him. "R-River!"
River peaked over Mal's shoulder as he sat in the washtub. "...Can I help you?"
River crinkled her nose as him. "You've been tainted by the presence of malice."
"Oh ha ha."
She walked around and stared him straight in the eye, "It clouds around you pulling you in every direction. Always backwards. You should listen to it."
Mal gave her an odd look as Simon, with a handkerchief wrapped around the lower part of his face, ran up to get her. "C'mon River. Let's leave the guide alone."
River just shrugged and pranced away.
Mal watched them go then sat back looking at the sky. "Damn skunks."