The Oregon Trail | Ep. 4 – Harmonicas Out, It’s Time to Spread That Special Kind of Love
The wagon rolls onward as we face another evening of questionable supplies, difficult decisions, dangerous crossings, and the unmistakable sound of harmonica-based morale management.
Yes, we are back on The Oregon Trail — otherwise known around here as the original dysentery simulator. This is the game that gave us one of the most important pieces of Dr Ravenholm stream lore many years ago: harmonicas spread dysentery, and dysentery is that special kind of love you can only get here.
🏕️ About The Oregon Trail
Gameloft’s The Oregon Trail takes the famous pioneer journey and rebuilds it with charming pixel-art characters, 3D environments and modern visual effects while keeping the difficult choices that made the original such a classic.
You choose a travelling party, pack the wagon and head west through a frontier filled with illness, injuries, starvation, broken equipment, dangerous weather and unpredictable encounters. Every journey can unfold differently, which makes it particularly suitable for a livestream where sensible decisions are rarely guaranteed.
🛤️ Where We Are in the Journey
It had been several years since we last properly played, so rather than pretending I remembered what any of the buttons did, we started a completely new game and went through the tutorial from scratch.
After around forty minutes relearning healing, travelling, supplies and the basic mechanics, we reached Independence and selected the normal, original-style journey. Other modes can wait for another day when we decide ordinary dysentery simply is not enough.
More importantly, Royalty was able to join us in chat for the evening, which guaranteed that the expedition would have absolutely no unnecessary trouble whatsoever.
Obviously.
⚠️ What Happens in This Episode
The proper adventure began by turning familiar names from the community into our unfortunate pioneers. After around forty minutes working through the tutorial and relearning how healing, travelling, supplies and the wagon actually worked, we finally reached the point where we could choose our own group and start the real journey. We went with the normal, original-style game mode this time, keeping the more extreme options in reserve for another day when ordinary dysentery is no longer enough.
Royalty became our farmer and group leader, represented by an older woman with long grey hair. That became even more appropriate when Royalty revealed that she had recently discovered her first proper, incredibly long grey hair herself. Naturally, I reminded her that she will always be twenty-one to me.
Gary became a ginger adventurer who the game described as funny and charming, qualities we generously allowed him to experience for the first time. Samwise became our redheaded banker because she works for an insurance company which is owned by a bank, making it far too suitable a match to ignore.
That left the final member of the group, and there was really only one possible choice. We resurrected the character everybody remembered from the original playthrough: the missionary, One Mile. He originally earned that name because we were convinced he would not survive one mile of the Oregon Trail. Unfortunately, against all expectations and basic decency, he technically ended up being the only person who survived the previous journey. So he was brought back for another attempt, with the important question already hanging over the stream: could we finally get rid of him this time?
Almost immediately, the game offered what can only be considered scientific confirmation of one of our oldest pieces of stream lore. On the very first section of the proper journey, the route challenge told us to avoid contracting dysentery while displaying a harmonica as the reward. We naturally stopped to get a screenshot because there it was, presented clearly by the game itself. Avoid dysentery. Receive harmonica. The connection is obvious.
With that important research completed, we headed down the trail and soon found a patch of raspberries. Samwise mentioned that she liked raspberries, so it seemed only fair to send her in to collect them. Unfortunately, berry harvesting was apparently far more dangerous to personal cleanliness than expected. She managed to gather some, but also lost hygiene and emerged considerably dirtier after making a mess among the sticky bushes.
Not long afterwards we encountered buffalo, which meant it was Gary’s turn to prove his usefulness. We sent him hunting and he managed to collect an enormous amount of meat, although he could only carry part of it back because of his stamina. That should have been a straightforward success, but it instead opened an entirely different problem: nobody could agree on what “lbs” were supposed to be.
That led us into a fairly lengthy international investigation into imperial measurements and why the colonials are still using them. Since LB begins with an L and a B, the obvious meanings became “little bits” or “large buckets,” while kilograms were transformed into “knocking games” and Oz could only mean Australians. By the time the discussion was finished, Gary had successfully returned to camp carrying large buckets of little bits of buffalo, which is clearly how pioneers would have described it historically.
Further along the trail we ran into Samuel, the inventor and scientist I remembered from the previous playthrough. He has a habit of appearing repeatedly while working on increasingly questionable experiments, so naturally we decided we should continue encouraging him whenever possible. If there is one thing this travelling party needs alongside dysentery, fever and collapsing morale, it is experimental frontier science.
One Mile then received his first real opportunity to demonstrate exactly why everybody loves having him around. We discovered a desperately sick woman travelling in the opposite direction, and whenever somebody is in genuine need of assistance there is only one appropriate response: send the preacher.
Did he provide medicine? Supplies? Food? Actual practical help?
Of course not.
One Mile resolved to share some comforting words with her before the group carried on. Thoughts and prayers, everybody. He then marched smugly back into formation, having apparently done his duty, while the rest of us were reminded exactly why we had resurrected him.
The special kind of love finally arrived not long afterwards. As everybody became increasingly exhausted, Samwise was the first member of the group to come down with dysentery. That sounds unfortunate until you consider what happened next, because it was not long before One Mile caught it as well. Sam’s illness therefore became a worthy sacrifice: she had successfully brought dysentery into the party and helped pass it on to the missionary.
Gary, meanwhile, had problems of his own. During another encounter, One Mile was bitten and Gary ended up sucking the poison from his arm. Remarkably, One Mile recovered, while Gary immediately became ill and developed a fever. That left our most reliable hunter sick just as the group was heading towards one of the most dangerous parts of the journey.
Then we reached the river.
There was a ferry available, and in hindsight that was probably important. Instead, we prepared the wagon, sealed it up and attempted the crossing ourselves. The current promptly overturned everything and swept the wagon and our belongings downstream.
It was a disaster.
We lost medical supplies, most of our money and a large amount of food and equipment. Gary still had his fever, Samwise had been dealing with dysentery, One Mile was carrying his own dose of the special kind of love, and the one thing that somehow survived the river was the harmonica. If anything was ever going to prove that the game was actively trying to preserve the disease-spreading instruments, that was it.
From there, the journey became considerably rougher. With the medicine gone and supplies running low, everybody gradually became exhausted. We pushed through more encounters and settlements looking for something useful, but the traders were rarely offering what we actually needed. The party’s energy, hygiene and morale kept sliding in the wrong direction while the wagon itself was not exactly in wonderful condition either.
We eventually came across more plants which appeared to have medicinal properties. The entire group went out to harvest them, although even that managed to come with a cost as people lost more health, energy and hygiene in the process. At least this time the suffering produced something useful. We gathered enough herbs to treat Samwise and improve Gary’s fever, giving both of them a chance to recover.
One Mile was left with his dysentery.
I am sure he has enough thoughts and prayers to sort that out himself.
There was at least one much more pleasant encounter when a friendly dog appeared beside the trail. Royalty’s reaction made the decision fairly simple, because “OMG dog” was quickly followed by the desire to pet it immediately. Unfortunately, although we could interact with the dog, there was no option to bring it along with us. The group eventually had to leave it behind, much to chat’s disappointment, with stealing the dog briefly seeming like a perfectly reasonable alternative.
As we pushed onwards, another new activity appeared in the form of a fishing challenge. We had not tried this mini-game before, so the first few attempts involved working out what we were actually supposed to be doing. Once we figured out the casting and reeling, Gary managed to complete the challenge and we came away with three fish, receiving the wonderfully enthusiastic assessment of “okay” for our efforts.
Unfortunately, three fish were not enough to fix the state of the expedition. By the time we reached the next traders, the entire group’s morale had dropped to zero, everybody was exhausted and we had virtually no useful supplies left. We tried trading for anything that might restore health or energy, but there was very little available and the traders did not particularly want what we had.
The only genuinely useful purchase we managed was two pieces of clothing. Samwise and Royalty received those so we could at least improve their hygiene slightly. Gary and One Mile were less fortunate, and there was still nothing available to properly restore the group’s energy. We could not even buy coffee — filthy coffee, when there should really be tea — despite desperately needing something to get everybody moving again.
By the time we reached a spring and waterfall area, the party looked considerably worse than the hopeful group that had marched away from Independence. Royalty, Gary and Samwise were still hanging on, One Mile was frustratingly still alive, the wagon had taken a beating and our supplies were in a fairly miserable state.
That seemed like the right place to call camp for the evening.
So the Dysentery Express remains on the road. Next time we will find out whether the group can recover from the river disaster, whether Royalty, Gary and Samwise can keep themselves alive long enough to make real progress towards Oregon, and whether One Mile’s supply of thoughts and prayers can somehow save him from the dysentery we have deliberately decided not to cure.
📺 Watch the Episode
If you want to see the river disaster, the birth of an entirely new measurement system and our continuing attempts to get One Mile removed from the expedition, you can watch the full episode below.
Watch The Oregon Trail | Ep. 4 on YouTube
You can also catch the complete journey in The Oregon Trail playlist, and visit Dr Ravenholm on YouTube for more gameplay.
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Tonight’s journey eventually rolled into a raid on RememberMolly, carrying what remained of the travelling party — and presumably several harmonicas — onward into another community.
🌐 Community & Links
The trail might be dangerous, but nobody has to travel it alone. There is always another campfire, another conversation and usually somebody willing to encourage the worst possible decision.
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Music — because apparently ordinary harmonicas were not dangerous enough.
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Support — help keep the wagon stocked and the strange ideas coming.
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🌄 Until the Next Trail
We finish this episode beside the water with Royalty, Gary and Samwise still hanging on, supplies running dangerously low and One Mile frustratingly still alive.
Next time, the Dysentery Express rolls again. We will see whether the party can recover, whether Oregon gets any closer, and — most importantly — whether we can finally get rid of that bloody missionary.
Until then, keep the wagon moving, keep the tea brewing, and never trust a harmonica.
— Dr Ravenholm
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