We somehow suckered the Indian into giving us
a spare wheel part for about 87 pounds of food. Apparently all their "use all parts of the buffalo" shtick means jackshit because they still eat the whole damn thing and they're still hungry.
Because of McTalksalot and Fodder, we had to slow down. Not that we were going fast in the first place.
We stopped because nearly half of our food supply was depleted. Just look at all those buffalo... That must be easily more than a thousand pounds of food.
Unfortunately in the olden times, no matter how much hard work and labor we do, no settler knows how to bench two hundred pounds, even if they have another three helping him. I'm guessing if I check the guidebook, it'll tell me that this is where weightlifting first began to appear.
We shot one buffalo for one bullet and got 200 pounds (maxed out) of food.
As we continued our travels,
we somehow drove into fog AGAIN.
We also don't know how to preserve food apparently because
we lost 20 pounds of our hunted food because it all spoiled. No wonder there were so many casualties on this trail. The settlers before us, and most probably the settlers after us, are more retarded than the guy who invented thing... What'd he call it? A steam engine? Who the hell's gonna use THAT?
Eventually,
CannonFodder got over his exhaustion. In fact, he apparently felt like a young girl again. Fucking freak...
But more importantly,
we found like two pounds of wild fruit! Rejoice!
And on that same day, where we found those two pounds of fruit, we somehow stray to a path where
there was no grass for the oxen. Because, you know... Nature works like that.
And then we lost yet another 13 pounds to more food spoilage. Suck it up and shove that green meat down your throat, you pussy!
I'm absolutely baffled by the stupidity of the navigator. We're only like twelve miles away from the checkpoint, and
we actually got lost in the fog for a day. Of course, this is the same guy who offered catch some air and sunlight in a jar so that we would travel lighter.
Oh, and while we're at it,
let's get lost for another 3 days, when the checkpoint is RIGHT IN FRONT OF US.
We lost 4 pounds of food while we were waiting.
I decided to hunt once more to make sure we had enough food.
Oh yeah, that motherfuckin' buffalo is mi-
FUCKING DEER BLOCKED MY SHOT. BASTARD JUST ZIPPED RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY SHOT AND BLOCKED IT.
I had to waste a second bullet to kill another buffalo, unfortunately.
We used two bullets to kill 200 pounds of food.
And then somehow, SOME WAY,
Token Female got exhausted... Let me get this straight. We have filling rations... We're travelling at a snail's pace... We have plenty of food... We haven't had to replace any wheel parts... AND YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU'VE SOMEHOW GOTTEN YOURSELF EXHAUSTED!? IF YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME YOU WERE HELPING TO HUNT, I'M GOING TO SHIT DOWN YOUR THROAT WHILE YOU FUCKING REST, YOU CUNT.
*Please stand by*
I'm terribly sorry for that. Continuing on,
we later drank some mexican water. Disgustingly enough, we actually drank all of it and had no water left later.
We eventually made it to Green River Crossing, which of course means moar river crossing!
Lemme sum up the travels of today:
We traded 83 pounds of food for a spare wheel part.
We found about five pounds of wild fruit.
We lost two days to fog.
We lost three days because we lost the trail.
We drank Mexican water.
Then we ran out of said Mexican water.
We hunted 400 pounds of food.
We lost 17 pounds of that food to spoiling.
Cannon Fodder got better.
Female is exhausted.
Our oxen went two days without eating grass, though these were seperated by time.
It was a pretty normal trip, all things considered.
Anyway, boring history time!
The Green RIver is a tributary to the Colorado River, flowing south from the Continental Divide along a twisted, rugged path. It's estimated to be more than 700 miles in length. It's navigable only at high water, and even then it's extremely dangerous. But you must cross it before proceeding west on the Oregon Trial, so be very careful.
Now then, it's decision time:
Trade?
Let the people rest?
How to cross the river?
Who do we sacrifice to Satan?
