And we come to the end of our tangential journey through a video game classic. It’s a little painful rereading my old strips and noticing the spelling errors.
This was arguably the most stressful aspect of video games for me when I was seven.
Too bad they didn’t have lifetime guaranteed drive trains.
In his defense “Nowhere” is usually where most things are headed.
I was too young to understand this when I first played the game.
I love 8-bit scenery. Although I do wonder why there aren’t any leaves on the trees…
Don’t “Ford” the River. You can’t “AfFord” it. Snicker.
If I remember correctly, wagon trains usually moved at a little less than 1 mile per hour. Yet at that speed we still seem to lose the trail pretty often.
So begins a detour from our regularly drawn comic, for a chance to relive the video gaming days of our youth through the eyes of our favorite non-conventional hamsters. Sit back and enjoy their mis-adventure strewn journey to Oregon…
In retrospect, I really should have put some dwarf crocodile skeletons somewhere in these sewers.