We've got to get the band back together again. They can't stop us.
We're on a mission from God.
ALRIGHT let's get this done people.
This is our interface. He's our friend. Our only friend, in this cold, cruel world of Oregon Trail.
Okay, so first let's just check our supplies
Because when you're with Fish, you only need 100 bullets.
Just so you guys know when it says meager portions all the time I'm not actually starving my party. They're small, but adequate.
Well, you know, technically, since wagon parts are made of wood and wood comes from trees, so really who can say.
But yes, I also hope I find the derelict remains of previously unsuccessful travelers, Miles. Really helps me get to sleep at night.
Road trips man, you know it.
And now the historic first leg of our journey!
I like to keep things brief here in Oregon Trail.
Somewhere, beyond the seaaaa~
Somewhere, waiting for meeee~
My lover staaaands on
Golden saaaaands
And watches the okay it's just a river moving on.