For some time, I managed to convince myself that you preferred the banker simply because his vast resources allowed you to purchase the maximum number of oxen. I was sure that you were attempting to set a speed record of some sort. Of course, I knew that the game limited you to 40 miles a day regardless of the number of oxen, but I thought you would figure that out for yourself. But you weren’t about to figure anything out. Not about Oregon Trail, and not about life.
from “No Son Of Mine Plays Oregon Trail Like That” by Michael Nelson Price
McSweeny’s Imagine Monologues bringing the hilarity as always.
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