Post by Eva on Nov 15, 2008 3:46:57 GMT -5
MissEva: I wonder why it took us so long to find an Oregon Trail ROM. You'd think that, after twenty plus years of existing, this shit would be all over the place.
Foxymoronic: That's probably the thing. Nobody uploads this shit cause they think it's already there.
MissEva: Nostalgia time.
Foxymoronic: Bring it.
MissEva: Two minutes in and I'm already tired of this game. Again.
Foxymoronic: I don't think anyone in history has ever LIKED this game. It just isn't very good.
MissEva: Whatever.
Foxymoronic: Stacey brought up a good point when she said that the choices are totally obvious. The banker gets money that you can use to adequately supply yourself, and the others get jack shit.
MissEva: But with the carpenter, you can pretend that you're Jesus on your way to save the lepers.
Foxymoronic: Eva, Amber, Stacey, Ja-
MissEva: No, wait, I have an idea.
Foxymoronic: *sigh*
MissEva: lol
Foxymoronic: That's a real powerhouse of a team. A whore, Jesus, a dead R&B singer, Princess Diana, and Steve Irwin.
MissEva: I gots to help my peeps.
Foxymoronic: I never knew that people from 1848 dressed like it was 1921.
MissEva: We know more about that time period than the people who designed a game focusing on that time period.
(five minutes later)
Foxymoronic: WTF? Why did you leave town without supplies?
MissEva: Watch. It'll be funny.
(fifteen minutes later)
Foxymoronic: This is the best idea you have ever had in the history of ever.
MissEva:
Foxymoronic: So, it wasn't Judas at all.
MissEva: Nope.
Foxymoronic: I wonder if it's at all morally questionable that someone such as yourself is intentionally murdering these helpless pixels.
MissEva: That's like blaming me because you are in fact an overly self-righteous homosexual. So shut up.
Foxymoronic: I think that it's a testament to your feminist ideals that the only members of the wagon team that haven't shown any signs of wearing out are female.
MissEva: I really have no control over that. What's most frightening is that, in spite of the fact that we bought NO supplies, the team is still going strong.
Foxymoronic: Although we did lose Jesus a 200 miles back.
MissEva: Current tally?
Foxymoronic: Two deceased oxen, one sick Aussie, and a dead Messiah.
MissEva: Not bad.
Foxymoronic: I love how determined the game is to make us win. Indians and wild berries be damned, we WILL lose this game.
MissEva: Word.
MissEva: If at first you don't succeed-
Foxymoronic: You can dust yourself off and try again(try again) (try again)!
MissEva: I was one of the few people who laughed when she died for real.
Foxymoronic: I didn't really care. So she was young, what about it? Fuck her.
MissEva: Always with the bad water...
Foxymoronic: Here, it's actually slightly ironic.
MissEva: Q?
Foxymoronic: Y'know, with the stingray and what not...
MissEva: SEES WHAT YOU DID THERE
Foxymoronic: Anyway, it's nice to see that you and Diana are still going strong.
MissEva: Yup.
Foxymoronic: As we all know from living among them, oxen are beasts that can be folded up and fitted into small parcels for convenience. Why aren't you more pissed at this?
MissEva: Y'know all that money that I didn't spend on food and supplies?
Foxymoronic: Q?
MissEva: I spent it all on a shitload of oxen. That's why we're travelling at breakneck speed.
Foxymoronic: Aw.
MissEva: I'm so lonely/I'm Mr. Lonely/I have nobody/oh
Foxymoronic: You still have a legion of oxen at your side.
MissEva: *sigh*
Foxymoronic: You did good, kid. You did real good.
MissEva: Oh well. At least I got immortalized.
Foxymoronic: A tombstone does not immortalize you.
MissEva: But a playing card does!
Foxymoronic: You are one smooth operator, baby.
MissEva:
Foxymoronic: That's probably the thing. Nobody uploads this shit cause they think it's already there.
MissEva: Nostalgia time.
Foxymoronic: Bring it.
MissEva: Two minutes in and I'm already tired of this game. Again.
Foxymoronic: I don't think anyone in history has ever LIKED this game. It just isn't very good.
MissEva: Whatever.
Foxymoronic: Stacey brought up a good point when she said that the choices are totally obvious. The banker gets money that you can use to adequately supply yourself, and the others get jack shit.
MissEva: But with the carpenter, you can pretend that you're Jesus on your way to save the lepers.
Foxymoronic: Eva, Amber, Stacey, Ja-
MissEva: No, wait, I have an idea.
Foxymoronic: *sigh*
MissEva: lol
Foxymoronic: That's a real powerhouse of a team. A whore, Jesus, a dead R&B singer, Princess Diana, and Steve Irwin.
MissEva: I gots to help my peeps.
Foxymoronic: I never knew that people from 1848 dressed like it was 1921.
MissEva: We know more about that time period than the people who designed a game focusing on that time period.
(five minutes later)
Foxymoronic: WTF? Why did you leave town without supplies?
MissEva: Watch. It'll be funny.
(fifteen minutes later)
Foxymoronic: This is the best idea you have ever had in the history of ever.
MissEva:
Foxymoronic: So, it wasn't Judas at all.
MissEva: Nope.
Foxymoronic: I wonder if it's at all morally questionable that someone such as yourself is intentionally murdering these helpless pixels.
MissEva: That's like blaming me because you are in fact an overly self-righteous homosexual. So shut up.
Foxymoronic: I think that it's a testament to your feminist ideals that the only members of the wagon team that haven't shown any signs of wearing out are female.
MissEva: I really have no control over that. What's most frightening is that, in spite of the fact that we bought NO supplies, the team is still going strong.
Foxymoronic: Although we did lose Jesus a 200 miles back.
MissEva: Current tally?
Foxymoronic: Two deceased oxen, one sick Aussie, and a dead Messiah.
MissEva: Not bad.
Foxymoronic: I love how determined the game is to make us win. Indians and wild berries be damned, we WILL lose this game.
MissEva: Word.
MissEva: If at first you don't succeed-
Foxymoronic: You can dust yourself off and try again(try again) (try again)!
MissEva: I was one of the few people who laughed when she died for real.
Foxymoronic: I didn't really care. So she was young, what about it? Fuck her.
MissEva: Always with the bad water...
Foxymoronic: Here, it's actually slightly ironic.
MissEva: Q?
Foxymoronic: Y'know, with the stingray and what not...
MissEva: SEES WHAT YOU DID THERE
Foxymoronic: Anyway, it's nice to see that you and Diana are still going strong.
MissEva: Yup.
Foxymoronic: As we all know from living among them, oxen are beasts that can be folded up and fitted into small parcels for convenience. Why aren't you more pissed at this?
MissEva: Y'know all that money that I didn't spend on food and supplies?
Foxymoronic: Q?
MissEva: I spent it all on a shitload of oxen. That's why we're travelling at breakneck speed.
Foxymoronic: Aw.
MissEva: I'm so lonely/I'm Mr. Lonely/I have nobody/oh
Foxymoronic: You still have a legion of oxen at your side.
MissEva: *sigh*
Foxymoronic: You did good, kid. You did real good.
MissEva: Oh well. At least I got immortalized.
Foxymoronic: A tombstone does not immortalize you.
MissEva: But a playing card does!
Foxymoronic: You are one smooth operator, baby.
MissEva:
Congrats grimn! You're in the real mode, now. I've no doubt that you'll surprise yourself on just how tough and mature you can be.