We took a four day break to let the pansies rest. Surprisingly,
both of them recovered in those four days, without a day missed. What I mean by that is that they actually recovered on the third and fourth days, which means we didn't waste any days at all.
We later placed our caulk in the water and sailed on the Green River. Even more surprisingly this game let us live. I think this game is finally starting to let up on us.
Unbelievably, we hit a record high of number of bad things happening. The only thing bad that happened was
that we ran out of grass for just one day.
Of course, this game can never be without some kind of problem. But it's more of a problem for me than for you guys. Namely, the MOTHERFUCKING BULL I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH.
Heh, get it? Anyway, that 465 pound cocktease stood there for, and I counted, three minutes and forty-two seconds. I had my crosshair on his ass the entire time, and not once did he even more. Not another bull was even coming out too! Eventually I nearly gave up when he started moving.
IN THE WRONG DIRECTION.
Yes, he actually exited the screen and I had basically wasted about four minutes waiting for a bull to move a couple pixels more so I could shoot it.
Now, I was about to unleash hell on the rest of the wildlife with a hailstorm of bullets when suddenly this other bull just zips along and stops at the VERY MIDDLE OF THE SCREEN.
What a relief!
So I ended up bagging another 200 pounds of food at the cost of my waning patience.
(Yes, that was pretty much pointless, but this is a very short update. I need something to talk about)
Now the game, seeing that I was getting a break, decided to fuck with me a little.
In this picture, you can see the settlement, but you can't see us. Why?
BECAUSE 11 MILES FROM THE DAMN PLACE, WE ACTUALLY LOST THE TRAIL FOR TWO DAYS.
There's not excuse for this kind of shitty navigating!
Oh, and we lost 20 pounds of food to more bad refridgeration. Who cares.
Soda Springs....
Soda Springs is an important landmark and stopping-off point along the trail. It gets its name from the alkaline (sodium) mineral springs you find there. Some travels seperate from the Oregon Trail at this point and head southwest to California. Other wait until they get to Fort Hall before going on the "California Trail".
Gee, I wonder if that's foreshadowing our next destination.
You know the drill by now:
Trade?
But before I go...
My demonic caulk. (Fuck you. I'm not wasting my time making it look any prettier than that)