Having found no more medical references in Clinton FARM, I decided to let it be and actually get on with some adventuring. Quite a few of the missions in town are handed out by the Bramby and the Clinton families, and I’d spent most of my time in town looking at the Clintons. Eventually, however, I started doing odd jobs for members of the Bramby family, too. One of them, a lass with the unlikely name of Garren Bramby, sent me off on a mission to find her husband, who had gone off to nearby Slaughterville in search of supplies. I went to track him down and when I finally did, he had a mission of his own to give me:
This immediately put me in mind of everyone’s favourite(Yanks: that British for “favorite” – again, my spellchecker insists) intrepid, fedora-favouring archaeologist. Well, at least until Kingdom of the Crystal Skull came out – everyone seemed so disappointed after that.
Sadly though, I couldn’t manage to find any other similarities. No punny name like “Delaware Johnson,” no brown bomber jacket and most importantly: no fedora.