Every Man Is An Island

I stand by that. But clearly some men are island chains. Underneath, they are connected...

Wednesday, March 10, 2004

Once again, I should be studying for a test. Instead I'm taking a "break." Just finished a game of Oregon Trail. I swear the game is cursed. Somebody always dies in the first week. And it always seems to be the 5th person. In this case it was pussy Jordan. Common, measles? Let's get serious here. Anyway, being a farmer was difficult, and luck just wasn't on my side. A thief stole some clothes and then I had a fire where I lost 5 sets of clothing, which happened to be the remainder of my clothing. So there I was, traveling ass naked with a wagon full of guys named Ta. Yes, that's right, all Ta's: Ta one, Ta two, Ta three, and Ta four. Well eventually Ta two broke his leg on two separate occasions, had some other complications, and kicked the bucket. The stupid bloke, maybe if he wasn't running around the country naked... Eh, Ta four died eventually too. In the end it was Ta one and Ta three finishing it off in good health with 2 oxen, 2 sets of clothing, around 75 bullets, about 300 lbs of food, and a big fat zippo in the funds tank.

3325 pts
Thank god for the farmer bonus.

If you are questioning why Jordan was thrown in there as person #5?
As of yet there is no Ta five, and I knew player five would crap out first. Nothing against Jordan, it's just that last time I choose Beefcake, my roommate. Gotta give equal love to the sacrificial lambs.

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