You have died of cholera. Sarah has
broken a leg. You are out of food.
The wagon trail from Missouri to
Oregon filled with misfortune and
outright disaster. But if you were
equal parts clever and lucky, you
pulled it off and reached the
promised land of the Willamette
Valley.
I'm not exactly sure how you can die of cholera and still win at the Oregon Trail game, but hey, who cares about clouds when we're together? Just sing a song and think about sunny weeeeeather. Happy Java ME tech-enabled Oregon Trails to you, 'til we meet (ba-bumbum-bum-bum-bum) again...