Ironically, considering the rampant dysentery moving through my campground in brown, sputtering waves, the problem I’m facing in Transport Fever 3 is a blockage. The trucks I’ve loaded with antibiotics are stuck in a traffic jam that stretches all the way to the pharmacy in the next city over. If I’m to save the inaugural Woodstock festival, I must find a way to get traffic flowing again before the timer runs out.
