800 pounds of FAIL

Check out this little gem, a song honoring Oregon Trail and its more ubiquitous features (absurd sexually explicit character names, the tendency to underbuy food and clothes in favor of bullets, the usefulness of a robot companion).  Despite the title, I quite liked it.  I just needed something pithy to say.

By the way, what the fuck was with the 100lbs limit on food you could carry from hunting?  I take an entire day – eight hours – to go hunting, and I can’t make two fucking trips?  Or bring a guy with me?  These people have conestoga wagons but haven’t heard of knapsacks?  I’m pretty sure the General Store in Independence could hook me up, if not those ridiculously extortionary forts.

Group’s called FATAWESOME, if you’re interested, with Vega Teknique.

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So they demand a new category, reflecting my status as a twenty-one year old senior citizen.

But the yield is worth it:

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