Avian wrote:

I used to choose banker as my occupation (he had the most money), and I believe I would purchase between 20 and 30 oxen. That way if one of those damn thieves showed up and stole 17 oxen, I was still well-supplied with oxen. The rest of my money usually went to bullets. Food and clothing were luxuries I couldn't afford. In retrospect, I probably should have spent more on Dysentary vaccinations. I don't think I ever quite made it to Oregon, but I did leave a fairly long trail of thought-provoking tombstones.

DAMN!! That's old school. I think that I passed a grade in elementary school for learning and playing that game. Our forefathers didn't fuck around... The tombstones bring about some fond memories of competition during a very evolving period for me. Playing OT beat studying polyarhythmic analgrams anyway.

EDIT:
I forgot to add my anecdote. The first woman that I ever slept with was actually a founding person of the original Oregon Trail. Yeah, when I was with her she made me get rid of my bottle of whiskey so that I could use my mouth to help her expel Civil War relics. True story.