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RPG Maker VX Animation “Nova”

Shagg — Mon, 26 Sep 2011 17:15:53 +0000

It’s so awesome it slows the game down a little

RPG Maker VX Fire Animations

Shagg — Mon, 26 Sep 2011 05:23:28 +0000

Anybody/pony who knows me knows that I keep trying to make RPGs. This is an example of custom animations in my latest attempt.
(Photobucket squishes the image to tiny size, so I’ma wordpress it up yo!)

Oh My Gah

Shagg — Sun, 28 Aug 2011 21:03:32 +0000

I didn’t forget that this blog existed! I don’t know what I will use it for though.

Touhouregon Trail II: TEAM THE STRONGEST

Shagg — Sat, 11 Dec 2010 00:57:09 +0000

Image by Roahm after I yelled the quote.

It was time for TEAM (9) to attempt the oregon trail. Cirno, Rumia, Wriggle and Mystia go!

June 30, 1860
Here begins the journal of Cirno, formerly a prospector. Tomorrow we leave Independence behind to begin our journey west to Oregon City. We must still purchase the supplies that our large farmwagon will hold to sustain us during our long trek.
I hope that my skill in Spanish will prove of some value.

July 1, 1860
Decided not to buy a package deal. I can do better on my own!
Purchased 650 pounds of bacon, 30 16-oz. bottles of brandy, 3 butcher knives, 1 canteen, 145 pounds of coffee beans, 3 harmonicas, 8 hats, 30 16-oz. bottles of isopropyl alcohol, 1 ladle, 5 5-lb. slabs of lard, 20 pairs of long underwear, 12 16-oz. tins of maple syrup, 4 pairs of mittens, 35 6-oz. bottles of mustard, 30 10-lb. sacks of onions, 8 oxen, 20 4-oz. bottles of peppermint, 1 rocking chair, 1 30-foot length of rope, 10 sets of clothing, 5 tents, 4 thermometers, 1 tin cup, 1 tin plate, 5 5-lb. sacks of tobacco, 10 gallon jugs of whiskey, 4 winter coats, 30 5-lb. boxes of yeast cake.
Mr. Tillman claims it’s the Oregon Territory up ahead, but the guidebook says it’s Blue River Bridge.
After some concern that we were lost, we saw Westport in the distance.

July 2, 1860
The trail brought us to New Santa Fe today.

July 3, 1860
We endured an extremely severe thunderstorm today. We decided to continue as usual.
Happened upon a fresh grave near Lone Elm. A reminder of the hazards we all face on the this journey.

July 4, 1860
It is Independence Day and we’re going to continue.

July 5, 1860
Today we drove our wagons and teams past Blue Mound.

July 6, 1860
Had a pleasant talk with Miss Whitney today in the vicinity of Lawrence.

July 7, 1860
Today our eyes were greeted with the sight of Topeka.

July 8, 1860
Encamped a while near Kansas River.
Caulk the wagon and float it across, that is the way to go.

July 9, 1860
Passed the hundred mile mark today.
We saw a small party of coyotes today, just a mile or so west of Saint Mary’s Mission.

July 10, 1860
Mr. Tillman claims it’s the Oregon Territory up ahead, but the guidebook says it’s Red Vermillion River.
Fording the river looks to be our best option.
We tipped the wagon and lost 87 pounds of bacon; 4 16-oz. bottles of brandy; 37 pounds of coffee beans; 1 harmonica; 1 hat; and various other items.

July 11, 1860
Passed Scott Spring. Road fair to middling.

July 13, 1860
Rumia has a concussion. We’re going to keep the patient very active.
Stopped near Alcove Spring for a while.
Every day our journey comes closer to its end. Today we made it to Big Blue River.
Fording the river looks to be our best option.
We swamped the wagon in the river and lost 60 pounds of bacon; 3 16-oz. bottles of brandy; 1 butcher knife; 27 pounds of coffee beans; and various other items.
Rumia has internal injuries. I hope to make patient comfortable.

July 14, 1860
Rested for a time near St. Joseph Road Junction.

July 15, 1860
Happened upon a fresh grave near Hollenberg Ranch. A reminder of the hazards we all face on the this journey.
Purchased 60 pounds of bacon, 30 pounds of coffee beans, 2 harmonicas, 25 10-lb. sacks of sugar.

July 17, 1860
From our guidebook, estimated we would reach Rock Creek Station today, and sure enough, there it was!

July 21, 1860
Rested for a time near The Narrows.

July 26, 1860
Arrived at Thirty-two Mile Station.

July 29, 1860
Heard news of a murder and hanging last night near “The Coast of Nebraska”. Enough to send shivers down one’s spine.

July 30, 1860
A severe thunderstorm made travel difficult today. We figured we would continue as usual.
We had to double-team the animals to try to get our wagon out of the mud.

August 1, 1860
From our guidebook, estimated we would reach Fort Kearny today, and sure enough, there it was!

August 2, 1860
Mystia came down with cholera. We’ve got to administer peppermint.

August 5, 1860
Mr. Lumare figured we would reach Plum Creek today, and he was right.

August 7, 1860
The trail continues to provide wonders and surprises! Today we made it to Midway Station.
Purchased 1 25-lb. keg of gunpowder, 1 pistol.

August 12, 1860
The trail brought us to O’Fallon’s Bluffs today.

August 13, 1860
Mystia has cholera. I decided to administer peppermint.

August 16, 1860
Today we reached South Platte River.
Fording the river looks to be our best option.

August 18, 1860
Passed the five hundred mile mark today.
Had a bit of a run-in with another wagon party today near Ash Hollow, but we patched up our differences before nightfall.

August 23, 1860
Today I saw Courthouse and Jail Rocks.

August 24, 1860
Heard some gunfire in the distance near Chimney Rock. Much concern all around.

August 26, 1860
Mr. Tillman claims it’s the Oregon Territory up ahead, but the guidebook says it’s Scotts Bluff.
Mr. Tillman claims it’s the Oregon Territory up ahead, but the guidebook says it’s Mitchell Pass.

August 28, 1860
Traded 1 ox for 1 spare ox yoke.

August 29, 1860
The ox yoke broke, and I decided to trade for a replacement.

September 2, 1860
Saw Laramie River today.
Fording the river looks to be our best option.
We swamped the wagon in the river and lost 31 pounds of bacon; 1 16-oz. bottle of brandy; 9 pounds of coffee beans; 1 pair of long underwear; and various other items.
Saw Fort Laramie today.
Purchased 25 10-lb. sacks of onions, 11 25-lb. kegs of pickles.

September 3, 1860
Our expectations of reaching Register Cliff were fulfilled this day.

September 8, 1860
Nooned near Ayers Natural Bridge.

September 9, 1860
The mosquitoes on this stretch of the trail are most bothersome. We will continue.

September 10, 1860
We hope for some rain to settle the dust. For the time being, we’ll continue as usual.

September 11, 1860
The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We’re going to continue as usual.

September 12, 1860
The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.
Wriggle suffered a sprain. We’ll apply alchohol to the sprain.

September 13, 1860
We hope for some rain to settle the dust. For the time being, we’ll continue as usual.
Stopped near North Platte River Bridge for a while.
Much grumbling today about Nick Tillman near Mormon Ferry Trading Post.

September 14, 1860
The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.
Passed some time near Emigrant Gap.

September 15, 1860
The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.
Saw Willow Springs, sight is most reassuring.

September 16, 1860
The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.

September 17, 1860
The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We’re going to continue as usual.

September 18, 1860
The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We’re going to continue as usual.
We laid by today near Independence Rock.

September 19, 1860
Approached Devil’s Gate today. Some people in our wagon train are very tired of the journey.

September 20, 1860
Traded 1 winter coat for 1 spare wagon tongue.

September 21, 1860
Our wagon tongue broke, and we decided to trade for a replacement.

September 22, 1860
Camped today near Split Rock.

September 23, 1860
Nooned near Three Crossings Trading Post.
Purchased 70 pounds of bacon, 35 pounds of coffee beans, 1 hat, 1 shotgun.

September 24, 1860
Had a pleasant talk with Miss Whitney today in the vicinity of Sweetwater River.
Fording the river looks to be our best option.

September 25, 1860
Traveled past Ice Spring Slough this afternoon.

September 30, 1860
Sang and told stories around the noon campfire near Lander Cutoff.
Purchased 75 pounds of bacon, 6 gallon jugs of whiskey.
Today I saw Final Sweetwater River Crossing.
Fording the river looks to be our best option.
We rested a while not far from South Pass.

October 1, 1860
Near Pacific Springs, had a wagon train meeting to discuss our current circumstances.
Came to Dry Sandy Trading Post. Had a talk with some of the other folks in the wagon train.
Purchased 70 pounds of bacon, 3 boxes of 20 bullets, 30 pounds of coffee beans, 5 5-lb. sacks of dried fruit, 2 hats.
We stopped along the trail to hunt. We obtained 171 pounds of meat.

October 3, 1860
The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We’re going to continue as usual.
Made our way past “Parting of the Ways” late today. Trail could be better.

October 4, 1860
The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.
Sore feet today, but I’ll manage. Saw Haystack Butte.

October 5, 1860
The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We’re going to continue as usual.
We ran short of water and I am suffering from thirst. We will go faster.
We’re nearly choking on the dust of the trail. We’ve decided to continue as usual.

October 6, 1860
A very sad day, Mystia has died of thirst. We will provide a proper burial.
We were fortunate to happen upon some wild vegetables. We will stop and gather vegetables.
We gathered 24 pounds.
Cirno died.
We’re nearly choking on the dust of the trail. We’ve decided to continue as usual.

Touhouregon Trail (Because why not)

Shagg — Fri, 10 Dec 2010 23:55:05 +0000

The party consisted of: Reisen, Patchouli, Chen, Cirno, Aya and Suwako.

February 29, 1852
Here begins the journal of Reisen, formerly a doctor. Tomorrow we leave Independence behind to begin our journey west to Oregon City. We must still purchase the supplies that our large farmwagon will hold to sustain us during our long trek.
I hope that the following skills will prove of some use along the trail: medical, riverwork, botany, commerce/trade, cooking, sewing.

March 1, 1852
Took advantage of the package deal offered to me. What a relief not to have to shop for all that individually!
Purchased 12 oxen.
Purchased 3 8-oz. bottles of alum, 3 16-oz. bottles of ammonia, 2 axes, 50 5-lb. tins of biscuits, 3 16-oz. boxes of borax, 3 16-oz. bottles of brandy, 3 pounds of butter, 3 8-oz. bottles of camomile, 3 4-oz. bottles of camphor, 9 canteens, 3 16-oz. bottles of castor oil, 30 pounds of celery, 3 8-oz. jars of dandelion, 3 8-oz. boxes of Dover’s Powder, 40 5-lb. sacks of dried fruit, 50 5-lb. sacks of dried vegetables, 3 8-oz. bottles of Duffy’s Elixir, 3 12-oz. bottles of epsom salts, 2 fiddles, 1 fishing net, 2 fishing poles, 1 fishing spear, 1 frying pan, 1 grandfather clock, 1 hammer, 3 hatchets, 3 4-oz. bottles of iodine, 3 16-oz. bottles of isopropyl alcohol, 3 4-oz. boxes of James Fever Powder, 3 8-oz. bottles of linseed oil, 3 16-oz. bottles of olive oil, 3 4-oz. bottles of peppermint, 1 pocket watch, 5 20-lb. sacks of potatoes, 30 30-foot lengths of rope, 100 pounds of salt pork, 3 4-oz. bottles of sarsaparilla, 3 6-oz. bottles of sassafras, 1 saw, 3 4-oz. bottles of spearmint, 3 16-oz. bottles of turpentine, 7 water kegs, 3 gallon jugs of whiskey, 3 8-oz. bottles of witch hazel.
Purchased 10 pairs of boots, 10 hats, 10 sets of clothing, 6 winter coats, 6 winter scarves.
Purchased 1 large farmwagon, 1 spare wagon axle, 1 spare wagon tongue, 1 spare wagon wheel.
Saw Blue River, sight is most reassuring.
The ice looks like it will hold the wagon… So across we go.
Approached Westport today. Some people in our wagon train are very tired of the journey.

March 2, 1852
The weather turned very cold, and I decided to continue as usual.
Saw a mountain lion not far from New Santa Fe.

March 3, 1852
It is mighty cold today. We’re going to continue as usual.
Today we saw Lone Elm. What a sight!

March 4, 1852
After some concern that we were lost, we saw Blue Mound in the distance.

March 7, 1852
Today our labors were rewarded with the sight of Kansas River.
The ice looks like it will hold the wagon… So across we go.

March 8, 1852
Today we have traveled 100 miles.
The weather turned very cold, and I decided to continue as usual.

March 9, 1852
It is mighty cold today. We’re going to continue as usual.
Arrived at Saint Mary’s Mission.
Purchased 2 boxes of 20 bullets, 2 25-lb. kegs of gunpowder, 1 rifle.

March 10, 1852
The weather turned very cold, and I decided to continue as usual.
Saw Red Vermillion River, sight is most reassuring.
Reached Scott Spring. Strangely beautiful country.
It is mighty cold today. We’re going to continue as usual.

March 11, 1852
Patchouli has been suffering from frostbite. We hope to gradually warm affected area.

March 13, 1852
Rested for a time near Alcove Spring.

March 14, 1852
Got as far as Big Blue River today.
Not much else to do, but cross our fingers, and hope the ice holds.

March 15, 1852
With such cold weather, [name] [have/has] frostbite. At this time, I will gradually warm affected area.
The weather turned very cold, and I decided to wait for conditions to improve.

March 16, 1852
It is mighty cold today. We’re going to wait for conditions to improve.

March 18, 1852
Stopped near St. Joseph Road Junction for a while.

March 23, 1852
It is mighty cold today. We’re going to continue as usual.
Rested the animals near The Narrows.

March 24, 1852
It is mighty cold today. We’re going to continue as usual.

March 25, 1852
It is mighty cold today. We’re going to continue as usual.

March 26, 1852
With such bitter cold weather, Suwako is freezing. We’re hoping to stop and build a fire.
Passed “The Coast of Nebraska” today.

March 27, 1852
Made it to Fort Kearny.
Purchased 2 boxes of matches, 45 pounds of salt pork.

April 4, 1852
Commenced early today; saw Plum Creek.

April 5, 1852
Suwako came down with a bad cold, and I decided to increase fluid intake.

April 7, 1852
The fog is as thick as pea soup. I reckon we’ll wait for conditions to improve.

April 11, 1852
Spotted a group of strangers. We decided to wait to see what they do.
They moved on.

April 12, 1852
The fog was awful this morning. We decided to slow down.

April 13, 1852
Came to O’Fallon’s Bluffs. Had a talk with some of the other folks in the wagon train.

April 16, 1852
Chen has cholera. I decided to administer peppermint.

April 18, 1852
Terrible fog during the early part of the day. We chose to wait for conditions to improve.

April 19, 1852
Saw South Platte River, sight is most reassuring.

April 22, 1852
Fording the river looks to be our best option.

April 23, 1852
Passed the five hundred mile mark today.

April 24, 1852
Found ourselves at Ash Hollow this day. Got a nasty splinter in my thumb, but extracted it without too much difficulty.

April 29, 1852
Patchouli has a concussion. We’re going to administer laudanum.
Enjoyed some good fiddle music today during our nooning near Courthouse and Jail Rocks.

May 3, 1852
From our guidebook, estimated we would reach Chimney Rock today, and sure enough, there it was!

May 7, 1852
We saw a small party of coyotes today, just a mile or so west of Scotts Bluff.

May 8, 1852
After much travail, we came to Robidoux Pass Trading Post.
Purchased 65 pounds of salt pork, 12 pounds of tea.

May 12, 1852
Heard some gunfire in the distance near Laramie River. Much concern all around.
Reached Fort Laramie.
Purchased 6 30-foot lengths of chain.
Purchased 2 lanterns.

May 13, 1852
Our expectations of reaching Register Cliff were fulfilled this day.

May 18, 1852
We came upon a portion of the trail that was flooded, and had to try to ford through the water.

May 19, 1852
Suwako came down with a bad cold, and I decided to increase fluid intake.

May 20, 1852
Had a bit of a run-in with another wagon party today near Ayers Natural Bridge, but we patched up our differences before nightfall.

May 28, 1852
After some concern that we were lost, we saw North Platte River in the distance.

May 29, 1852
Enjoyed a cup of coffee with Mr. Lumare today at noon near Mormon Ferry Trading Post.
Purchased 2 hats, 3 water kegs.
Passed Emigrant Gap.

May 31, 1852
Today came to Willow Springs.

June 2, 1852
Today we reached Independence Rock.
We saw a small party of coyotes today, just a mile or so west of Devil’s Gate.

June 3, 1852
We found some wild fruit and decided to stop and gather fruit.
We gathered 28 pounds.
We’ll continue, despite the eternal mosquitoes.

June 4, 1852
Heard some gunfire in the distance near Split Rock. Much concern all around.

June 5, 1852
Cirno has a concussion. We’re going to administer laudanum.
Saw a small, foul-looking pool of water near Three Crossings. Could be poison; I prevented our animals from drinking it.

June 9, 1852
Today we have traveled for 100 days.
The trail brought us to Sweetwater River today.
Decided to ford the river.

June 10, 1852
Nooned at Ice Spring Slough.

June 15, 1852
For a time today we feared we were lost. We were much relieved to find ourselves at an identifiable location, Final Sweetwater River Crossing.
Decided to ford the river.

June 16, 1852
Learned today that Patchouli has alkali sickness. We plan to administer flour and water.
We’ll continue, despite the eternal mosquitoes.
Sore feet today, but I’ll manage. Saw South Pass.
Our expectations of reaching Pacific Springs were fulfilled this day.

June 17, 1852
Broke a wagon axle today. We will have to try to repair it.
We were unable to make the repair.
We were able to replace it from supplies.

June 18, 1852
Encamped a while near Dry Sandy.
Saw “Parting of the Ways”, sight is most reassuring.

June 19, 1852
Sore feet today, but I’ll manage. Saw Haystack Butte.

June 22, 1852
In good spirits today; got as far as Green River.

June 24, 1852
Given the price, we will take the ferry.

June 26, 1852
Today we have traveled 1,000 miles!

June 27, 1852
Today we reached Branley Pass.

June 28, 1852
This morning it was very foggy. We decided to slow down.
Today we reached Emigrant Spring.

June 30, 1852
Today we passed West End of the Sublette Cutoff.

July 1, 1852
After some concern that we were lost, we saw Thomas Fork in the distance.

July 5, 1852
Decided to caulk the wagon and float it across.

July 6, 1852
Passed Smith’s Trading Post Site today.

July 8, 1852
Today came to Soda Springs.

July 9, 1852
Camped today near Hudspeth Cutoff at Sheep Rock.

July 15, 1852
The mosquitoes have become quite troublesome. We hope to continue.

July 16, 1852
Saw a grave dug up by wolves near Fort Hall–bones scattered about. A most distressing sight!
Purchased 23 hats.

July 17, 1852
We found an abandoned wagon. We decided to search it for something useful.
We found: 2 pairs of mittens; 4 spare wagon wheels.

July 18, 1852
A thick fog rolled in today. Looks like we’ll continue as usual.
Sore feet today, but I’ll manage. Saw American Falls.

July 20, 1852
Found ourselves at Raft River this day. Got a nasty splinter in my thumb, but extracted it without too much difficulty.
Fording the river looks to be our best option.
The trail continues to provide wonders and surprises! Today we made it to California Trail Junction.

July 21, 1852
The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.

July 22, 1852
We hope for some rain to settle the dust. For the time being, we’ll continue as usual.

July 23, 1852
The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We’re going to continue as usual.

July 24, 1852
The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.

July 25, 1852
We hope for some rain to settle the dust. For the time being, we’ll continue as usual.

July 26, 1852
The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We’re going to continue as usual.
The wagon tongue broke. We will try to repair it.
We were unable to make the repair.
We were able to replace it from supplies.

July 27, 1852
The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We’re going to continue as usual.

July 28, 1852
The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.

July 29, 1852
We hope for some rain to settle the dust. For the time being, we’ll continue as usual.
Today came to Caldron Linn.

July 30, 1852
We hope for some rain to settle the dust. For the time being, we’ll continue as usual.

July 31, 1852
We’re nearly choking on the dust of the trail. We’ve decided to continue as usual.

August 1, 1852
We hope for some rain to settle the dust. For the time being, we’ll continue as usual.

August 2, 1852
The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.
There was a wedding in camp today not far from Rock Creek. A joyous occasion in the wilderness!
Decided to ford the river.

August 3, 1852
The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We’re going to continue as usual.

August 5, 1852
We came upon some fallen rocks on the trail and decided to wait for conditions to improve.

August 6, 1852
We came upon some fallen rocks on the trail and decided to wait for conditions to improve.

August 7, 1852
We came upon some fallen rocks on the trail and decided to wait for conditions to improve.

August 8, 1852
The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.

August 9, 1852
The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We’re going to continue as usual.
Reached Kanaka Rapids.

August 10, 1852
The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.
Came to Thousand Springs. Had a talk with some of the other folks in the wagon train.
Happened upon a fresh grave near Upper Salmon Falls. A reminder of the hazards we all face on the this journey.

August 11, 1852
The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.

August 12, 1852
We’re nearly choking on the dust of the trail. We’ve decided to continue as usual.
We were fortunate to happen upon some wild fruit. We will stop and gather fruit.
We gathered 23 pounds.

August 13, 1852
The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.

August 14, 1852
The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.
Arrived at Three Islands today.

August 15, 1852
The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.
The weather turned mighty hot, so we’re planning to continue as usual.

August 16, 1852
The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We’re going to continue as usual.
The weather turned mighty hot, so we’re planning to continue as usual.

August 17, 1852
We hope for some rain to settle the dust. For the time being, we’ll continue as usual.
The weather turned mighty hot, so we’re planning to continue as usual.

August 18, 1852
The weather turned mighty hot, so we’re planning to continue as usual.
Rested the animals near Bruneau Sand Dunes.

August 19, 1852
We endured a most unpleasant sandstorm today. We decided to continue as usual.

August 20, 1852
A sudden duststorm came up today. It seemed best to continue as usual.

August 21, 1852
Arrived at Bruneau River, despite some “help” from Nicholas J. Tillman.
Decided to ford the river.

August 23, 1852
Saw Castle Butte today.

August 26, 1852
Reached Givens Hot Springs. Strangely beautiful country.

August 27, 1852
The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.

August 28, 1852
The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We’re going to continue as usual.

August 29, 1852
We hope for some rain to settle the dust. For the time being, we’ll continue as usual.

August 30, 1852
The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.
We found some wild vegetables and decided to stop and gather vegetables.
We gathered 8 pounds.

August 31, 1852
We hope for some rain to settle the dust. For the time being, we’ll continue as usual.

September 1, 1852
The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We’re going to continue as usual.
We found some wild vegetables and decided to stop and gather vegetables.
We gathered 20 pounds.
Made an early start this morning; passed East Cow Hollow.

September 2, 1852
The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.
Heard some gunfire in the distance near Lytle Pass. Much concern all around.
Passed Malheur River about noon.
Fording the river looks to be our best option.

September 3, 1852
The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We’re going to continue as usual.

September 4, 1852
The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We’re going to continue as usual.
The fog is as thick as pea soup. I reckon we’ll continue as usual.

September 5, 1852
The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We’re going to continue as usual.
Saw eagles today near Farewell Bend. What majestic creatures!
We stopped along the trail to hunt. We obtained 196 pounds of meat.

September 7, 1852
The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We’re going to continue as usual.
A thick fog rolled in today. Looks like we’ll continue as usual.

September 8, 1852
We’re nearly choking on the dust of the trail. We’ve decided to continue as usual.
After some concern that we were lost, we saw Burnt River Canyon in the distance.

September 9, 1852
We’re nearly choking on the dust of the trail. We’ve decided to continue as usual.

September 10, 1852
The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.

September 11, 1852
The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.

September 12, 1852
We’re nearly choking on the dust of the trail. We’ve decided to continue as usual.
Got as far as Flagstaff Hill today.
We stopped along the trail to hunt. We obtained 166 pounds of meat.

September 14, 1852
The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.

September 15, 1852
The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.

September 16, 1852
We hope for some rain to settle the dust. For the time being, we’ll continue as usual.

September 17, 1852
Will this journey never end! Today we have traveled for 200 days.
The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.
We found some wild fruit and decided to gather while continuing.
We gathered 6 pounds.
Reached Grande Ronde River.
Fording the river looks to be our best option.

September 18, 1852
The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.
We hope for some rain to settle the dust. For the time being, we’ll continue as usual.

September 19, 1852
Our wagon tipped over. We lost 1 8-oz. bottle of alum; 1 10-lb. sack of dried beans; 1 5-lb. sack of dried fruit; 1 5-lb. sack of dried vegetables; and various other items.

September 20, 1852
We hope for some rain to settle the dust. For the time being, we’ll continue as usual.

September 21, 1852
We’re nearly choking on the dust of the trail. We’ve decided to continue as usual.

September 22, 1852
The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We’re going to continue as usual.
It’s mighty hot today. We’re going to wait for conditions to improve.

September 23, 1852
It’s mighty hot today. We’re going to wait for conditions to improve.

September 24, 1852
The trail continues to provide wonders and surprises! Today we made it to Emigrant Springs.

September 25, 1852
The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.
Nooned late today not far from Deadman Pass.

September 26, 1852
We’re nearly choking on the dust of the trail. We’ve decided to continue as usual.
Saw Doe Canyon today.
We stopped along the trail to hunt. We obtained 236 pounds of meat.

September 28, 1852
Today came to Umatilla Valley.

September 29, 1852
Happened upon a fresh grave near Umatilla River. A reminder of the hazards we all face on the this journey.
Fording the river looks to be our best option.

September 30, 1852
We had to double-team the animals to try to get our wagon out of the mud.

October 1, 1852
Passed Trail Junction at the Umatilla River today.

October 2, 1852
Got as far as Echo Meadows today.

October 5, 1852
Sore feet today, but I’ll manage. Saw Four Mile Canyon.

October 7, 1852
There was a wedding in camp today not far from McDonald Ford of the John Day River. A joyous occasion in the wilderness!
Decided to ford the river.

October 9, 1852
Today we saw Biggs Junction. How sublime it appears by moonlight.
Today I saw Deschutes River.
Fording the river looks to be our best option.

October 11, 1852
We laid by today near Camp Drum at The Dalles.
Made it to McCord Creek.

October 12, 1852
Arrived today at Oregon City!! At last we have reached our destination! Truly this is the land of opportunity!

January 7, 1853
Obtained a land deed today from the county for 366 acres. Now I can begin to build my new life!
Final Score: 5525

January 8, 1853
In 1852, Reisen settled on 366 acres of land in an area that would later become part of the city of Portland, Oregon.
The fortitude and determination that had served Reisen so well on the Oregon Trail proved equally valuable in the new land, contributing to tremendous social and economic success.
Regrettably, several of Reisen’s descendants—including a major figure in an early twentieth-century government and business scandal—have managed to tarnish the family’s good name.

Poll Results

Shagg — Fri, 10 Dec 2010 15:48:25 +0000

Wow. I can’t say that I expected that much of a majority on this poll. Then again, it’s a Mario thing AND a Touhou thing, so I guess it’s just an explosion of fanboys and/or fangirls. Whatever, that’s cool!

The current plan, then, will be to do three Super Mario RPG updates in a row, then three Touhoumon Blue Version updates in a row, and then go back to Super Mario RPG and so on. I will allow myself a day off once per week if needed (so, 6 updates total per week, hopefully.)

Additionally, YouTube has just given people the ability to make videos longer than 15 minutes, apparently up to 60 minutes. So you can expect me to stop splitting episodes, making it sort of like a TV show! It’ll take forever to upload, but still.

Hopefully I will enjoy recording these games and you will enjoy watching them (or if I don’t enjoy recording, hopefully you will enjoy watching me suffer.)

P.S. Look, I’m not as terrible at centipede as the poll video would have you believe.

How Should Shagg Handle the Next LP(s)?

Shagg — Wed, 08 Dec 2010 20:15:18 +0000

Since pollcode never seems to actually work for this blog, here’s a link: http://poll.pollcode.com/Q2W

A short summary of the video:
I will either focus on Super Mario RPG Revolution, or split time between that and Touhoumon Blue Version.
Here’s what those games are about:

SMRPG Revolution is a romhack of Super Mario RPG that aims to make it harder by changing and balancing things like character stats / special moves, enemy stats / attacks, and more. I’ve played SMRPG a ton of times, but I wouldn’t know what to expect as far as changes go past when you first reach the Mushroom Kingdom.

Touhoumon Blue Version is a romhack of Pokemon FireRed Version. The original Touhoumon was japanese, and this one is based off of that, with the same level of quality. In Touhoumon, all of the pokemon are replaced by Touhou characters, who have their own unique typing and moves rather than just being a sprite change. Like SMRPG, I’ve played Pokemon Red / FireRed many times, but like SMRPG Revolution I would be blind to the changes past around Mt. Moon.
One other unique thing about this romhack is the nonlinearity- you can go into Diglett’s Cave and straight to Vermilion and ignore Brock entirely if you feel like it.

A Good Summary of the Jet Force Gemini LP

Shagg — Fri, 15 Oct 2010 00:37:57 +0000

Before the upcoming Return to Tawfret episode: “I am so tired of these landing sequences!” “You’re just tired of me singing along to them.”

I decided to continue as usual (Oregon Trail II)

Shagg — Wed, 22 Sep 2010 04:42:41 +0000

March 31, 1852

Here begins the journal of Shagg, formerly a shoemaker. Tomorrow we leave Kanesville behind to begin our journey west to Oregon City. We must still purchase the supplies that our small farmwagon will hold to sustain us during our long trek.

I hope that the following skills will prove of some use along the trail: riverwork, botany, musical, sewing.

April 1, 1852

Took advantage of the package deal offered to me. What a relief not to have to shop for all that individually!

Purchased 1 small farmwagon.

Purchased 10 oxen.

Saw buzzards circling today not too far from Kanesville Crossing of the Missouri River. If I were superstitious, I’d call it a bad omen.

Not much else to do, but cross our fingers, and hope the ice holds.

Had a lengthy chat with Mr. Lumare today near Winter Quarters Site.

April 2, 1852

The good citizens of the wagon train elected me as their captain. I plan to accept position of captain.

April 3, 1852

For a time today we feared we were lost. We were much relieved to find ourselves at an identifiable location, Elkhorn River.

Not much else to do, but cross our fingers, and hope the ice holds.

April 4, 1852

Reached Liberty Pole. Strangely beautiful country.

April 6, 1852

Arrived at Pawnee Village today.

April 8, 1852

Passed the hundred mile mark today.

April 9, 1852

Stopped at noon near Loup River and rested from our morning’s labors.

Decided to caulk the wagon and float it across.

April 12, 1852

Kit came down with a bad cold, and I decided to continue as usual.

Arrived at Mormon Island, despite some “help” from Nicholas J. Tillman.

April 15, 1852

Today’s wind whipped up a terrible duststorm. We shall continue as usual.

April 16, 1852

A sudden duststorm came up today. It seemed best to continue as usual.

April 17, 1852

Today we saw Deep Ravines. How sublime it appears by moonlight.

April 24, 1852

I just learned that Kit has pneumonia. It seems we’ll have to continue as usual.

April 25, 1852

Encamped a while near Sandy Bluffs.

April 27, 1852

Kit has pneumonia. I’ve decided to continue as usual.

April 28, 1852

Today’s wind whipped up a terrible duststorm. We shall continue as usual.

April 29, 1852

A very sad day, Kit has died of pneumonia. We will provide a proper burial.

April 30, 1852

Made our way past Cedar Bluffs late today. Trail could be better.

May 1, 1852

We had to double-team the animals to try to get our wagon out of the mud.

May 6, 1852

Pink has been bitten by a snake. I’m going to continue as usual.

Encamped a while near Castle Bluffs.

May 9, 1852

Today I saw Ancient Bluffs.

May 10, 1852

We hope for some rain to settle the dust. For the time being, we’ll continue as usual.

May 11, 1852

We’re nearly choking on the dust of the trail. We’ve decided to continue as usual.

May 12, 1852

The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.

May 13, 1852

The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.

May 14, 1852

Reached another prominent landmark today: Chimney Rock Vista.

May 18, 1852

Today we have traveled 500 miles.

May 20, 1852

Today we reached North Platte River.

Decided to caulk the wagon and float it across.

Rested for a time near Fort Laramie.

May 21, 1852

Near Register Cliff, had a wagon train meeting to discuss our current circumstances.

May 27, 1852

Nooned near Ayers Natural Bridge.

June 2, 1852

Sore feet today, but I’ll manage. Saw North Platte River.

Caulk the wagon and float it across, that is the way to go.

Today our labors were rewarded with the sight of Mormon Ferry Trading Post.

June 3, 1852

Nooned near Emigrant Gap.

June 4, 1852

Much grumbling today about Nick Tillman near Willow Springs.

June 5, 1852

Raiden came down with a bad cold, and I decided to continue as usual.

June 6, 1852

One of our wagon wheels broke. We have to try to repair it.

We were unable to make the repair.

We were able to replace it from supplies.

June 7, 1852

Traveled past Independence Rock this afternoon.

After much travail, we came to Devil’s Gate.

June 9, 1852

A thick fog rolled in today. Looks like we’ll continue as usual.

An oxen is missing. This time we plan to continue.

Today I saw Split Rock.

June 11, 1852

Made it to Three Crossings.

Saw eagles today near Sweetwater River. What majestic creatures!

Decided to ford the river.

June 12, 1852

Found some quicksand ahead. I decided to continue as usual.

The mosquitoes have become quite troublesome. We hope to continue.

We had a oxen get caught in quicksand. Looks like we’ll continue.

June 13, 1852

Found some quicksand ahead. I decided to continue as usual.

The wagon train got caught in duststorm, and I decided to continue as usual.

June 14, 1852

Found some quicksand ahead. I decided to continue as usual.

In good spirits today; got as far as Ice Spring Slough.

June 15, 1852

Another step on the trail; today we reached Third Sweetwater River Crossing.

Fording the river looks to be our best option.

Saw an empty wagon abandoned on the trail today near Second Sweetwater River Crossing. If it could talk, what stories it might tell!

Fording the river looks to be our best option.

June 16, 1852

Today we passed First Sweetwater River Crossing.

Decided to ford the river.

After much travail, we came to Three Crossings.

Saw some Indians in the distance not far from Sweetwater River. No incident, but some concern.

Decided to ford the river.

June 17, 1852

Found some quicksand ahead. I decided to continue as usual.

June 18, 1852

Found some quicksand ahead. I decided to continue as usual.

We had a oxen get caught in quicksand. Looks like we’ll try to rescue the animal.

We were successful.

June 19, 1852

Just heard that there’s quicksand ahead. Looks like we’ll continue as usual.

Today we reached Ice Spring Slough.

June 24, 1852

Reached Final Sweetwater River Crossing. Strangely beautiful country.

Decided to ford the river.

After much travail, we came to South Pass.

June 25, 1852

The fog was awful this morning. We decided to continue as usual.

Found ourselves at Pacific Springs this day. Got a nasty splinter in my thumb, but extracted it without too much difficulty.

June 26, 1852

Arrived at Dry Sandy today.

June 27, 1852

We’ve come upon an area with bad mosquitoes. We will continue.

Happened upon a fresh grave near “Parting of the Ways”. A reminder of the hazards we all face on the this journey.

July 1, 1852

Saw a small, foul-looking pool of water near Green River. Could be poison; I prevented our animals from drinking it.

Decided to caulk the wagon and float it across.

July 4, 1852

Today is Independence Day and we’ve decided to continue.

Today we drove our wagons and teams past Church Butte.

July 5, 1852

Commenced early today; saw Name Rock.

July 6, 1852

Passed Fort Bridger.

July 10, 1852

We have been traveling for 100 days, today.

July 12, 1852

Today our eyes were greeted with the sight of Grave Spring.

July 13, 1852

Our path was blocked by fallen rocks on the trail. We decided to continue over the obstruction.

Our wagon tongue broke, and we decided to try to repair it.

We were unable to make the repair.

We were able to replace it from supplies.

July 15, 1852

Today we have traveled 1,000 miles!

Reached West End of the Sublette Cutoff about noon–about time!

July 16, 1852

After much travail, we came to Thomas Fork.

Caulk the wagon and float it across, that is the way to go.

July 17, 1852

Our wagon tipped over. We lost 22 pounds of bacon; 3 pounds of coffee beans; 6 10-lb. sacks of dried beans; 6 5-lb. sacks of dried fruit; and various other items.

[name] [have/has] a bad cold. We’re going to continue as usual.

July 18, 1852

We tipped the wagon and lost 32 pounds of bacon; 1 box of 20 bullets; 1 pound of coffee beans; 1 10-lb. sack of dried beans; and various other items.

Sang and told stories around the noon campfire near Smith’s Trading Post Site.

July 19, 1852

We’re nearly choking on the dust of the trail. We’ve decided to continue as usual.

The mosquitoes have become quite troublesome. We hope to continue.

July 20, 1852

We hope for some rain to settle the dust. For the time being, we’ll continue as usual.

It was extremely foggy early today. We figured it was best to continue as usual.

July 21, 1852

The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We’re going to continue as usual.

July 22, 1852

The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.

Commenced early today; saw Soda Springs.

July 23, 1852

We hope for some rain to settle the dust. For the time being, we’ll continue as usual.

Reached Hudspeth Cutoff at Sheep Rock.

July 24, 1852

The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.

July 25, 1852

We’re nearly choking on the dust of the trail. We’ve decided to continue as usual.

Nooned late today not far from Buckskin Mountain.

July 26, 1852

The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.

July 27, 1852

The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.

July 28, 1852

We’re nearly choking on the dust of the trail. We’ve decided to continue as usual.

July 29, 1852

The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.

Had a bit of a run-in with another wagon party today near Marsh Creek, but we patched up our differences before nightfall.

Caulk the wagon and float it across, that is the way to go.

July 30, 1852

The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.

July 31, 1852

We’re nearly choking on the dust of the trail. We’ve decided to continue as usual.

August 1, 1852

The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.

August 2, 1852

The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We’re going to continue as usual.

Rested the animals near Little Malad Spring.

August 3, 1852

We’re nearly choking on the dust of the trail. We’ve decided to continue as usual.

August 4, 1852

The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We’re going to continue as usual.

August 5, 1852

The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.

August 6, 1852

We’re nearly choking on the dust of the trail. We’ve decided to continue as usual.

August 7, 1852

We’re nearly choking on the dust of the trail. We’ve decided to continue as usual.

The morale in our wagon party is low. We are hoping to continue.

August 8, 1852

The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We’re going to continue as usual.

August 9, 1852

The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.

August 10, 1852

The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.

August 11, 1852

We’re nearly choking on the dust of the trail. We’ve decided to continue as usual.

August 12, 1852

The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.

August 13, 1852

The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.

Saw Raft River today.

Fording the river looks to be our best option.

August 14, 1852

We endured an extremely severe thunderstorm today. We decided to continue as usual.

August 15, 1852

Camped today near West End of the Hudspeth Cutoff.

August 16, 1852

We were fortunate to happen upon some wild vegetables. We will stop and gather vegetables.

We gathered 5 pounds.

August 17, 1852

We spotted a group of strangers and decided it would be best to continue at a distance.

August 18, 1852

Got a late start; passed City of Rocks.

Sang and told stories around the noon campfire near Salt Lake Cutoff Junction.

August 22, 1852

Passed Raft River.

August 24, 1852

The ox yoke broke, and I decided to try to repair it.

We were unable to make the repair.

We were able to replace it from supplies.

August 25, 1852

We were fortunate to happen upon some wild fruit. We will stop and gather fruit.

We gathered 11 pounds.

There was a wedding in camp today not far from Cedar Springs. A joyous occasion in the wilderness!

August 26, 1852

We found some wild fruit and decided to stop and gather fruit.

We gathered 18 pounds.

August 28, 1852

After much travail, we came to Deep Creek.

Caulk the wagon and float it across, that is the way to go.

August 29, 1852

Mr. Tillman claims it’s the Oregon Territory up ahead, but the guidebook says it’s Rattlesnake Pass.

Sang and told stories around the noon campfire near Blue Springs.

September 1, 1852

We were treated to a remarkably beautiful sunset near Malad River.

Fording the river looks to be our best option.

September 2, 1852

We lost 14 pounds of bacon; 4 10-lb. sacks of dried beans; 1 25-lb. keg of gunpowder; 1 box of matches; and various other items when our wagon became swamped in the river.

The wagon train reached Bear River this day.

Caulk the wagon and float it across, that is the way to go.

September 6, 1852

Traveled past Weber River this afternoon.

Caulk the wagon and float it across, that is the way to go.

September 7, 1852

The members of the wagon train dismissed me as captain. I plan to continue as a greenhorn.

September 9, 1852

We found some wild vegetables and decided to stop and gather vegetables.

We gathered 27 pounds.

Confounded mosquitoes! There’s no end to them! We’ll continue.

September 10, 1852

Today we reached Great Salt Lake City.

Arrived today at Great Salt Lake City. While it is not where we originally wished to settle, we cannot bear the prospect of continuing any further. Here we are, and here we stay!

December 4, 1852

Obtained a land deed today from the county for 559 acres. Now I can begin to build my new life!

Final Score: 9380

December 5, 1852

Shagg settled in the Great Salt Lake Valley in 1852, building a home on 559 acres of land.

The fortitude and determination that had served Shagg so well on the Mormon Trail proved equally valuable in the new land, contributing to tremendous social and economic success.

A number of prominent names in Utah history, politics, and society have been numbered among Shagg’s descendants, including a U.S. Secretary of State, a World War I flying ace, and the multi-millionaire founder of a company that become one of the nation’s largest manufacturers of squirt guns.

The Pink Broadcast Crew on the Oregon Trail

Shagg — Mon, 20 Sep 2010 22:42:56 +0000

Yes, Oregon Trail II. One of the best “educational” games of all time and still a hilarious way to kill your friends with gold rush era diseases!

Upon being able to play it again, I set to work immediately.

After the teens the ages only go in multiples of 5, so some of them are poorly represented.
As an English major, I decided to choose one of the poorest possible occupations of journalist, woo! Surely nothing can go wrong.

(P.S. I should really try lighter wagons sometimes)

Pictured: the amount of food supplies bought before I realized I didn’t have enough oxen to haul all the other junk I had, and also only had $5. Those biscuits were traded for oxen.

I also had to dump a lot of random stuff. So just picture us unceremoniously dumping 20 pounds of celery in the middle of town.

Oh yeah, and the 10 pounds of tea are for Roahm.

INTENSE DECISION MAKING

And so the brave travelers set out onto the trail to Oregon; the trail to prosperity; the trail to a fresh new beginning-

Oh god dang it.

You know a game of Oregon Trail is going well when you immediately fall into a river and things happen. The huge wagon, I think, is more likely to tip and/or be swamped in rivers, fall on hills, break, etc. At least that’s what I’m using as an excuse.

Hunting.

Because of my EXPERTISE on the subject of Oregon Trail, I know well that the easiest way to hit things in the air or at a distance is directly above them.

Hunting is also hilarious because you can get messages like “You collected 1289 pounds of game but could only carry 179 back to the wagon.” And hunting is fun and surely, definitely, absolutely has no consequences! Right?

Upon reaching the next river I decide to approach with caution and see what the friendly NPCs think of the situation. This nice lady seems to think it isn’t that deep-

*facepalm*

Roahm: HER FLUFF SHOULD PROTECT HER FROM THAT, THE GAME IS OBVIOUSLY GLITCHED

I think there’s been at least one time when a bad cold took several wrong turns for the worse and ended up killing someone in this game. Not this time. INCREASE FLUID INTAKE BY 200%!

Causing the extinction of buffalo is the best meat source, even if you can never carry all of it.

Oh hey, a river that’s 2 feet deep. It’s like the shallow end of the pool, right?

*FACEPALM*

Okay, who’s shoving the wagon over? Seriously which of you was it, I want answers-

…

Raiden. That river was two feet deep. How in the hell?

Well I guess maybe she was under the wagon or something.

But really, LEARN TO SWIM.

DO NOT MESS WITH THE TWO FOOT DEEP RIVER OR ELSE.

Shagg:TIPPED WAGON
I‘m now imagining us attempting to move the wagon over a puddle and it tipping

Roahm: XD

Eventually, we came upon a hill that I didn’t take a screenshot of. An NPC suggested anchoring the wagon and

I bet you expected more of that, huh? Give yourself a pat on the back.

I guess Kit enjoys living on the edge and rides inside the wagon whenever we do something dangerous? Or maybe it constantly crushes him? Or maybe he’s just really clumsy and the wagon has nothing to do with it. Actually come to think of it, it would be funny if things like that could happen in this game. “Shagg tripped on a rock. Shagg has taken a turn for the worse. Shagg has died.”

But who cares about that knee? It’s Independence Day!

HELL YEAH THREE CHEERS FOR SPRAINS

I don’t think this chance happening has ever caused anything bad to happen. Actually, I think sometimes they’re thieves that take stuff if you go close?

Oh boy, this means we have to get ripped off in a trade.

Yay. So now we’re down to one rifle; Presumably one was lost in… one of the many incidents above.

Oh well! A rifle is but a trifle! Ha ha ha!

Least helpful advice.

Do you truly reckon that, sir? Well let’s see how your reckoning plays out.

Nobody is surprised. But…

Apparently “various other items” means “your last rifle, also you have no meat.”

“And also, you must become nudists if you want another gun. Fight for the last set of clothing! HAHAHAHA.”

And then, surprisingly, a totally random event which had nothing to do with tipping wagons.

A passing anachronism asked Roahm if he would play Mega Man X, and Roahm promptly found the nearest rock and started bashing his head against it. See people, this is what happens.

The viewers are less than sympathetic. And terrible dressers.

Nothing needs to be said.

Hey, good job Roahm! Your drowning in a river that was no doubt shallow is justifiable due to the disorientation and dizziness resulting from a concussion. Or maybe you still wanted to escape from the Megaman X demands.

So! At this point, we needed to address the concern of having little meat. Let’s see what my travel log here says.

August 31, 1853

Terrible fog during the early part of the day. We chose to continue as usual.

The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We’re going to continue as usual.

September 1, 1853

The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.

September 2, 1853

The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.

The wagon train got caught in duststorm, and I decided to continue as usual.

September 3, 1853

We stopped along the trail to hunt. We obtained 203 pounds of meat.

September 4, 1853

Shagg died.

Whelp. There’s the biggest RNG screw you the game can throw out. So, we’re done here!

SURVIVORS: EVERYONE BUT SHAGG

A PARTIAL VICTORY HAS BEEN ACHIEVED

Below, the full saved diary:

April 30, 1853

Here begins the journal of Shagg, formerly a journalist. Tomorrow we leave Independence behind to begin our journey west to Oregon City. We must still purchase the supplies that our Conestoga wagon will hold to sustain us during our long trek.

May 1, 1853

Decided not to buy a package deal. I can do better on my own!

Purchased 5 pairs of boots, 5 hats, 5 pairs of long underwear, 5 pairs of mittens, 5 sets of clothing, 5 winter coats, 5 winter scarves.

Purchased 5 8-oz. bottles of alum, 5 16-oz. bottles of ammonia, 175 pounds of bacon, 5 6-oz. bottles of basil, 50 5-lb. tins of biscuits, 5 16-oz. boxes of borax, 5 16-oz. bottles of brandy, 3 pounds of butter, 5 8-oz. bottles of camomile, 5 4-oz. bottles of camphor, 6 canteens, 5 16-oz. bottles of castor oil, 75 pounds of celery, 5 6-oz. bottles of cinnamon, 25 pounds of coffee beans, 2 coffee pots, 5 8-oz. jars of dandelion, 5 8-oz. boxes of Dover’s Powder, 125 5-lb. sacks of dried fruit, 125 5-lb. sacks of dried vegetables, 5 8-oz. bottles of Duffy’s Elixir, 5 12-oz. bottles of epsom salts, 1 fishing net, 1 fishing pole, 1 frying pan, 5 6-oz. bottles of ginger, 2 hunting knives, 5 4-oz. bottles of iodine, 5 16-oz. bottles of isopropyl alcohol, 5 4-oz. boxes of James Fever Powder, 2 lanterns, 5 8-oz. bottles of linseed oil, 4 6-oz. bottles of nutmeg, 5 16-oz. bottles of olive oil, 35 10-lb. sacks of onions, 4 oxen, 5 8-oz. bottles of pepper, 5 4-oz. bottles of peppermint, 3 25-lb. kegs of pickles, 1 pocket watch, 1 pot, 5 20-lb. sacks of potatoes, 8 8-oz. jars of preserves, 22 30-foot lengths of rope, 3 10-lb. sacks of salt, 50 pounds of salt pork, 5 4-oz. bottles of sarsaparilla, 5 6-oz. bottles of sassafras, 2 sets of cooking utensils, 5 sets of eating utensils, 1 skillet, 5 4-oz. bottles of spearmint, 3 10-lb. sacks of sugar, 10 pounds of tea, 5 tin cups, 5 tin plates, 5 16-oz. bottles of turpentine, 1 washboard, 7 water kegs, 5 gallon jugs of whiskey, 5 8-oz. bottles of witch hazel.

Purchased 35 boxes of 20 bullets, 30 25-lb. kegs of gunpowder, 3 rifles.

Traded 26 5-lb. tins of biscuits for 2 oxen.

We saw a small party of coyotes today, just a mile or so west of Blue River.

Fording the river looks to be our best option.

May 2, 1853

We swamped the wagon in the river and lost 1 hat; 1 pair of long underwear; 1 set of clothing; 1 winter coat; 1 8-oz. bottle of alum; and various other items.

Kit has internal injuries. We plan to make patient comfortable.

Our expectations of reaching Westport were fulfilled this day.

Purchased 2 pairs of pants, 2 shirts.

May 3, 1853

Saw New Santa Fe, sight is most reassuring.

May 5, 1853

Today we saw Lone Elm. How sublime it appears by moonlight.

May 6, 1853

There was a wedding in camp today not far from Blue Mound. A joyous occasion in the wilderness!

We stopped along the trail to hunt. We obtained 104 pounds of meat.

May 10, 1853

Today we saw Kansas River. How sublime it appears by moonlight.

Caulk the wagon and float it across, that is the way to go.

May 11, 1853

Today we have traveled 100 miles.

May 12, 1853

Passed Saint Mary’s Mission.

May 13, 1853

From our guidebook, estimated we would reach Red Vermillion River today, and sure enough, there it was!

Decided to ford the river.

We tipped the wagon and lost 1 pound of bacon; 2 5-lb. tins of biscuits; 1 16-oz. box of borax; 3 pounds of celery; 1 pound of coffee beans; and various other items.

May 14, 1853

A thick fog rolled in today. Looks like we’ll wait for conditions to improve.

May 15, 1853

The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We’re going to continue as usual.

Today we saw Scott Spring. What a sight!

May 17, 1853

The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.

May 18, 1853

We hope for some rain to settle the dust. For the time being, we’ll continue as usual.

As expected, we made it to Alcove Spring today.

May 19, 1853

We’re nearly choking on the dust of the trail. We’ve decided to continue as usual.

Arrived at Big Blue River today.

May 21, 1853

A delay prevented us from crossing at Big Blue River. We’re going to wait our turn to cross.

Decided to caulk the wagon and float it across.

May 22, 1853

Made an early start this morning; passed St. Joseph Road Junction.

May 23, 1853

Dreadful thunderstorm today. I figured it was best to continue as usual.

May 27, 1853

The weather turned mighty hot, so we’re planning to wait for conditions to improve.

May 28, 1853

The weather turned mighty hot, so we’re planning to wait for conditions to improve.

May 29, 1853

It’s mighty hot today. We’re going to wait for conditions to improve.

June 2, 1853

Misplaced my guidebook at The Narrows today. Luckily we found it before leaving.

June 5, 1853

Pink came down with a bad cold, and I decided to increase fluid intake.

Nooned at “The Coast of Nebraska”.

June 7, 1853

A mighty severe thunderstorm came up. We’re going to continue as usual.

Arrived at Fort Kearny.

June 12, 1853

Our expectations of reaching Plum Creek were fulfilled this day.

June 18, 1853

Arrived at O’Fallon’s Bluffs, despite some “help” from Nicholas J. Tillman.

June 20, 1853

We stopped along the trail to hunt. We obtained 25 pounds of meat.

June 22, 1853

Heard news of a murder and hanging last night near South Platte River. Enough to send shivers down one’s spine.

We stopped along the trail to hunt. We obtained 213 pounds of meat.

Decided to ford the river.

June 23, 1853

Our wagon tipped over. We lost 1 pair of boots; 2 winter scarves; 1 4-oz. bottle of camphor; 1 canteen; 2 pounds of coffee beans; and various other items.

June 25, 1853

Raiden gave us a good scare by coming close to drowning. I decided to rest here awhile.

June 26, 1853

Passed the five hundred mile mark today.

June 27, 1853

We tipped the wagon and lost 1 pair of boots; 1 canteen; 1 pound of coffee beans; 1 5-lb. sack of dried fruit; 1 5-lb. sack of dried vegetables; and various other items.

Kit suffered a sprain. We’ll soak in warm epsom saltwater.

Made it to Ash Hollow.

June 28, 1853

We were inconvenienced by a serious thunderstorm. We chose to continue as usual.

July 3, 1853

We stopped along the trail to hunt. We obtained 201 pounds of meat.

Today we saw Courthouse and Jail Rocks. How sublime it appears by moonlight.

July 4, 1853

It is Independence Day and we’re going to continue.

Passed Chimney Rock about noon.

We stopped along the trail to hunt. We obtained 170 pounds of meat.

July 6, 1853

Another step on the trail; today we reached Scotts Bluff.

After much travail, we came to Mitchell Pass.

July 9, 1853

Spotted a group of strangers. We decided to continue at a distance.

For a time today we feared we were lost. We were much relieved to find ourselves at an identifiable location, Laramie River.

Caulk the wagon and float it across, that is the way to go.

Saw eagles today near Fort Laramie. What majestic creatures!

July 10, 1853

Today we drove our wagons and teams past Register Cliff.

July 12, 1853

Traded 1 rifle for 1 spare wagon axle.

July 13, 1853

One of our wagon axles broke, and I decided to trade for a replacement.

July 16, 1853

Spotted a group of strangers. We decided to continue at a distance.

July 17, 1853

Happened upon a fresh grave near Ayers Natural Bridge. A reminder of the hazards we all face on the this journey.

July 20, 1853

Encamped a while near North Platte River.

We stopped along the trail to hunt. We obtained 207 pounds of meat.

Fording the river looks to be our best option.

Enjoyed some good fiddle music today during our nooning near Mormon Ferry Trading Post.

July 21, 1853

Made it to Emigrant Gap.

Saw a mountain lion not far from Willow Springs.

July 23, 1853

Another step on the trail; today we reached Independence Rock.

Nooned near Devil’s Gate.

We stopped along the trail to hunt. We obtained 218 pounds of meat.

July 25, 1853

Felt somewhat weary today. Passed Split Rock.

July 26, 1853

Rested the animals near Three Crossings.

Arrived at Sweetwater River, despite some “help” from Nicholas J. Tillman.

Fording the river looks to be our best option.

Our wagon tipped over. We lost 1 hat; 1 pair of mittens; 1 16-oz. box of borax; 1 6-oz. bottle of cinnamon; 11 5-lb. sacks of dried fruit; and various other items.

July 28, 1853

Our expectations of reaching Ice Spring Slough were fulfilled this day.

August 1, 1853

Our wagon tipped over. We lost 1 pair of boots; 1 hat; 1 pair of long underwear; 1 set of clothing; 1 16-oz. bottle of brandy; and various other items.

Our wagon tipped over. We lost 1 pair of mittens; 1 8-oz. bottle of alum; 1 16-oz. bottle of brandy; 1 8-oz. bottle of camomile; and various other items.

August 3, 1853

Traveled past Final Sweetwater River Crossing this afternoon.

Decided to ford the river.

August 4, 1853

The wagon got stuck in the mud. Had to double-team the animals.

Enjoyed a cup of coffee with Mr. Lumare today at noon near South Pass.

Passed Pacific Springs.

August 5, 1853

The weather turned mighty hot, so we’re planning to wait for conditions to improve.

August 6, 1853

It’s mighty hot today. We’re going to wait for conditions to improve.

August 8, 1853

Rested the animals near Dry Sandy.

Traded 2 sets of clothing for 1 rifle.

We stopped along the trail to hunt. We obtained 126 pounds of meat.

August 9, 1853

We have been traveling for 100 days, today.

The mosquitoes are driving us crazy, keeping us awake at night. We must continue.

Mr. Lumare figured we would reach “Parting of the Ways” today, and he was right.

August 10, 1853

Had a bit of a run-in with another wagon party today near Haystack Butte, but we patched up our differences before nightfall.

We stopped along the trail to hunt. We obtained 79 pounds of meat.

August 13, 1853

Roahm suffered a concussion. We’re trying to slow down.

Played cards with Mr. Tillman today while nooning near Green River. I suspect he cheats.

Decided to caulk the wagon and float it across.

August 15, 1853

Passed the thousand mile mark today!

The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.

Had a bit of a run-in with another wagon party today near Branley Pass, but we patched up our differences before nightfall.

August 16, 1853

We’re nearly choking on the dust of the trail. We’ve decided to continue as usual.

Today I saw Emigrant Spring.

August 17, 1853

We’re nearly choking on the dust of the trail. We’ve decided to continue as usual.

August 18, 1853

The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.

Got as far as West End of the Sublette Cutoff today.

August 19, 1853

The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.

Today I saw Thomas Fork.

August 20, 1853

We stopped along the trail to hunt. We obtained 173 pounds of meat.

Caulk the wagon and float it across, that is the way to go.

August 21, 1853

We tipped the wagon and lost 1 winter scarf; 1 6-oz. bottle of basil; 4 5-lb. sacks of dried vegetables; 1 8-oz. bottle of Duffy’s Elixir; and various other items.

August 23, 1853

Roahm gave us a good scare by coming close to drowning. I decided to rest here awhile.

August 24, 1853

Made our way past Smith’s Trading Post Site late today. Trail could be better.

August 26, 1853

Reached Soda Springs about noon–about time!

August 27, 1853

Much grumbling today about Nick Tillman near Hudspeth Cutoff at Sheep Rock.

August 28, 1853

The animals are exhausted and can’t continue. I’ve decided to stop and rest awhile.

August 31, 1853

Terrible fog during the early part of the day. We chose to continue as usual.

The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We’re going to continue as usual.

September 1, 1853

The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.

September 2, 1853

The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.

The wagon train got caught in duststorm, and I decided to continue as usual.

September 3, 1853

We stopped along the trail to hunt. We obtained 203 pounds of meat.

September 4, 1853

Shagg died.

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