Hmm. Whatever would I busy myself doing in a lawless world full of panicking people?
Spike's Bitches 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I could identify the CHUDs. And cook over an open fire.
This conversation is making me eager to see the new version of I am Legend.
Whatever would I busy myself doing in a lawless world full of panicking people?
Build a web-based discussion board?
Alexia has a list (and, IIRC, a spreadsheet) for What We Need If The Apocalypse Happens.There's a spreadsheet. And fascinating cocktail party conversation.
Can I join the cult? Wait ... haven't I *already* joined the cult?
Build a web-based discussion board?
I say "fuck you" with the greatest amount of mirth while shaking my head at having walked right into that one.
I am actually pretty good at camping. And I am pretty no-nonsense; I would probably make a pretty heartless looter. And Teppy's right; I would be kick-ass at going through a library and picking out all the most valuable information and/or memorizing shit.
Being an insomniac, a good night watchperson (for the CHUD's). And with a reliable ita-type person around, I would develop pretty quickly into an efficient, but not first-rate infantrytype killerperson.
Also good with the heart-stirring rhetoric for the leadership/cult skillz, and I can figure I can whip up some exfoliator, using some of our leftover preserving salt, rendered squirrel fat and rose petals! (We'll keep the rose hips back for scurvy prevention!)
Hmm. Whatever would I busy myself doing in a lawless world full of panicking people?
Um, I already have you listed as Bodyguard and Designated Hitter (and Kicker, and General Bad Ass). I hope you don't mind.
Can I join the cult? Wait ... haven't I *already* joined the cult?
Yes, you have. No escaping for you, missy!
I'd make warm blankets for everyone!
See, now there's a useful skill. ita can kill the squirrels, I'll tan the hides and make exfoliator, someone can stew the little bastards, and vw can patch them into attractive and life-giving blankies.
(If you saw the size of the squirrels in my neighborhood, you would understand why I am fixated on them as our post-Apoc herd animal.)