week four

[wagons]

ON THE TRAIL week four 18 characters remaining. It's June, 1842, and the trail ahead stretches as far as you can see. Your destination still seems like an even farther off dream with as slowly as the wagons go, but at least you have good company... Right? You're traveling through Nebraska this week, and it seems like it will be a bumpy ride. WEATHER Sunday: Hot, Afternoon Thunderstorms Monday: Extreme Heat, Afternoon Thunderstorms Tuesday: Severe Storms Wednesday: Fog Thursday: Pleasant Friday: Pleasant Saturday: This week, suggested activities include Collecting Water, Hunting Bison and Praying. On Tuesday, there will also be a tornado. Good luck and safe travels! weekly rng graveyard RNG selections are due at 5 PM on October 29th.

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[ungod]

[Okay, that's rude, but weather is obviously just insulting them today. GOD MUST HATE THEM(.mp3)]

If our oxen refuse to move, we are stuck here either way! [This is dumb. Maybe if they... shield the oxen with something... that can also move...

let him rummage through their stuff, hang on]

Do we have a thick blanket to spare? They do not like being hit, so—

[So do any of you see where this is going because it's an ox tent. He is running out of ideas.]

[offspring]

[an ox tent.... Arthur just kind of pitifully rummages around one-armedly, but at the very least, he knows he's seen one and he produces it a moment later. Kind of. Awkwardly.

Doing things with one arm is difficult okay.]

So you want to cover them with this?

[He doesn't really have a better idea, so he's not even going to question it anymore.]

[incendiarism]

[The thunder and lightning was no big deal, but that wind? That's a little more concerning without the ability to fly.]

Tie them tighter to the wagon, while you're at it, so they don't get loose.

[He glances around the wagon, getting up to look for rope.]

And maybe tie everything else down, too, before we all get blown away.

[ungod]

[heh.... tricked u nerds into doing work]

[But really, Canute is glad for the help. He's not an ox wrangler. He'll take the blanket from Arthur - thanks broken peon - and daringly climbs out of the wagon to go attempt something useful with it.]

—Tie down what we need...

[If only they had kept the clock. It weighs a ton, nothing could move it...!!!

man this ox tent is going real well]