Okay, the ending is better and the story all around is a decent combo of drama and humor. I was on a sugar hi when I played this round so there is, of course, more funnyful things. And, oh yeah, a disclaimer!
Disclaimer: I own IZ. I own OT. I own JtHM. I own Squee. I own a monkey. THAT'S WHY I'M QUEEN OF ALL THE TACOS AND I SWIM IN GOLD COINS AND MY NAME IS JHONEN VASQUEZ!!! THAT'S WHY I LIVE IN A GLASS HOUSE AND NOT A SHACK WITH INTERNET ACCESS! C'mon you ppl, do you even bother to read the disclaimer?? I DON'T OWN NUTHIN'!! JUST MY SHACK! IT'S MY SHACK!! LEAVE IT ALOOOOOONE!!!!! WHO CARES ABOUT THE DISCLAIMING, YOU WANT THE FIC!! It's rite there below. Now read. HURRY!! Read!!!!!! BEFORE THE WORLD IMPLODES!! Oh crap, here come the white-coats....
March 1, 1848
We started down the trail with:
20 oxen
25 sets of clothing
2000 bullets
2 wagon wheels
2 wagon axles
2 wagon tongues
100 pounds of food
We will now travel at a more grueling pace.
March 3, 1848
We shot 343 pounds of meat but were able to carry back only 200 pounds of meat. A buffalo. Squee, it's DEAD, it's not going to hurt you.
March 4, 1848
We have arrived at the Kansas River Crossing.
March 5, 1848
We had no trouble floating the wagon across. HAHAHA!!! STUPID WATER! NEVER KILL ME!
March 6, 1848
We have arrived at the Big Blue River Crossing.
March 7, 1848
We had no trouble floating the wagon across.
March 8, 1848
We shot 433 pounds of meat but were able to carry back only 200 pounds of meat. GIR shot it with a laser.
March 9, 1848
We decided to rest for 2 days. Nny and GIR aren't happy with each other. A rivalry perhaps?
March 12, 1848
We have reached Fort Kearney.
March 16, 1848
We have reached Chimney Rock.
March 17, 1848
Heavy fog. Lost 1 day.
March 18, 1848
A blizzard delayed us 1 day. GIR froze out there when gathering food and I had go out to get him. We are defrosting him now.....
March 19, 1848
We have reached Fort Laramie. No one's died yet! All thanks to MY wonderful guidance.
March 20, 1848
GIR has a broken leg. Broke off when defrosting.
March 21, 1848
We decided to rest for 4 days.
March 26, 1848
A blizzard delayed us 1 day.
March 27, 1848
A blizzard delayed us 1 day. That's really not fair. :(
March 30, 1848
We shot 2 pounds of meat. Nice job GIR, you got two squirrels. Your turn, Nny.
March 31, 1848
We didn't have any luck on this hunting trip! We returned to the wagon empty-handed. we were in a rabbit mating ground o.0
April 2, 1848
We didn't have any luck on this hunting trip! We returned to the wagon empty-handed. I couldn't bring myself to kill something I can talk to!
GIR was near death, but the doctor was able to help. That doctor was me. I know my robots ^-^
April 4, 1848
We shot 70 pounds of meat. Nny found a ton of deer!
We decided to rest for 3 days.
April 5, 1848
Squee is suffering from exhaustion. Well...he IS a little kid.....
April 6, 1848
Zim is suffering from exhaustion. Must be hard stressing about your near dead robot ten being all excited at it's safety. Better rest a while.
April 9, 1848
We didn't have any luck on this hunting trip! We returned to the wagon empty-handed. It was snowing and Nny shot a rock and a bush. -_- We have no food, our health is poor, and we are sick. GIR, stop singing the Doom Song!
April 10, 1848
We didn't have any luck on this hunting trip! We returned to the wagon empty-handed. Nothing was there. That song is very appropriate rite now....
April 11, 1848
We didn't have any luck on this hunting trip! We returned to the wagon empty-handed. Let's trade, our health is now VERY POOR. No one wants to trade even 30lbs. And no, we are NOT going to trade 45 bullets for 9lbs!
We traded 12 dollars for 30 pounds of food. FEAST!
We decided to rest for 4 days.
Nny is sick with typhoid fever. Crap.
April 14, 1848
Squee is well again. I was beginning to miss his annoying screams of fear anyway.....
April 15, 1848
Zim is well again. Yay!
An Indian helped us find some food. She thought I was a goddess cuz I was talking to some birds.
April 16, 1848
Heavy fog. Lost 1 day.
April 18, 1848
We didn't have any luck on this hunting trip! We returned to the wagon empty-handed. Still nothing to shoot. We need food so that we can rest so that Nny will be better so that he can hunt and we can get food. But if he's sick then no one gets food but we need food to get him better---oh forget it!
We traded 91 bullets for 30 pounds of food. Same freak from the 9lbs.
April 20, 1848
We didn't have any luck on this hunting trip! We returned to the wagon empty-handed. Better lower the rations and change our pace.
We will now travel at a less strenuous pace.
We decided to ration the food in meager portions.
Zim has dysentery. I must admit...he's very cute when sick.
April 21, 1848
GIR is well again.
Heavy fog. Lost 1 day.
Zim was near death, but Riz was able to help. I knew that medical class would come in handy!
April 22, 1848
Nny is well again. FINALLY!! We need food! Go hunt now Nny! Now!
A blizzard delayed us 1 day. Hunt after the blizzard!
April 24, 1848
We didn't have any luck on this hunting trip! We returned to the wagon empty-handed. Nny, are you SURE you're feeling better?
We have reached Independence Rock.
We traded 63 dollars for 100 pounds of food. That puppy face of GIR's is good!! No, you cannot have my dessert. Well.............okay, here you go GIR...
We decided to rest for 7 days.
April 25, 1848
Zim died of typhoid. *howls like a lone wolf all night, keeping the rest of the party awake until Nny threw a can at my head. It hurt.*
April 26, 1848
Squee is sick with typhoid fever.
April 29, 1848
GIR has the measles(robots get ill?). At least our health is back to okay...
May 2, 1848
GIR was near death, but Riz was able to help.
May 3, 1848
We decided to ration the food in filling portions.
May 5, 1848
We will now travel at a more grueling pace.
May 6, 1848
We shot 105 pounds of meat. GIR took out his sadness and anger out on the deer. He's been lot more stand-offish ever since.....Zim died.....
We decided to rest for 3 days.
May 7, 1848
Squee is well again.
We lost 9 pounds of food due to spoilage.
May 8, 1848
GIR is well again.
May 10, 1848
GIR has a fever. I pity the poor robot. First his beloved master now this.
May 12, 1848
GIR got sick and died. At least we won't be so depressed anymore. He's with his master now. :,)
May 13, 1848
We have arrived at the South Pass.
A fire in our wagon destroyed:
1 wagon axle
11 pounds of food
We will now travel at a less strenuous pace.
We decided to ration the food in meager portions. Health goes down, so we slow down....
May 16, 1848
We shot 380 pounds of meat but were able to carry back only 200 pounds of meat. Five deer were willing to die for our sake.
We decided to rest for 4 days.
May 18, 1848
We found some wild fruit.
May 22, 1848
We found some wild fruit. Squee found it. How he was brave enough to go out on his own, who knows...
May 23, 1848
We decided to ration the food in filling portions.
May 25, 1848
Heavy fog. Lost 1 day.
May 26, 1848
We have arrived at the Green River Crossing.
May 27, 1848
The wagon tipped over while floating. I lost:
18 sets of clothing
Riz (drowned)
Nny (drowned)
Squee (drowned)
