We killed a homeless man on this bench. Me and Dru. Those were good times. You know, he begged for mercy, and you know, that only made her bite harder.

Spike ,'Sleeper'


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.


amych - Nov 28, 2007 1:05:36 pm PST #6219 of 10002
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

Whatever would I busy myself doing in a lawless world full of panicking people?

Build a web-based discussion board?


Cass - Nov 28, 2007 1:06:15 pm PST #6220 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

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?


§ ita § - Nov 28, 2007 1:09:25 pm PST #6221 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

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.


Strix - Nov 28, 2007 1:12:21 pm PST #6222 of 10002
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

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!)


Atropa - Nov 28, 2007 1:12:55 pm PST #6223 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

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!


vw bug - Nov 28, 2007 1:13:34 pm PST #6224 of 10002
Mostly lurking...

I'd make warm blankets for everyone!


Daisy Jane - Nov 28, 2007 1:16:14 pm PST #6225 of 10002
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

Jilli, look [link]

I can make alcoholic beverages and clean fish.


Strix - Nov 28, 2007 1:16:34 pm PST #6226 of 10002
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

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.)


Atropa - Nov 28, 2007 1:21:51 pm PST #6227 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

Jilli, look [link]

Hmmm. Pretty, but not quite the right color and not the right cut. I'm looking for something more cupcake-y pink, and school blazer-ish. But waist-length.

I love that everyone is listing their Apocalypse skills. It makes me giggle.


Steph L. - Nov 28, 2007 1:22:59 pm PST #6228 of 10002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

Hmm. Whatever would I busy myself doing in a lawless world full of panicking people?

ita IS Batgirl. Er, pre-Infinite Crisis Cassandra Cain wants-to-be-the-next-Dark-Knight version of Batgirl.

Which reminds me of the scene in No Man's Land, where the various gangs/bands of survivalists would ask people what their useful skills were before they would let those people under their protection. An old woman said she was a seamstress and could sew/mend clothing; they let her in. A dude said he was a mechanic and could fix bikes and any other method of transportation they might scrounge up; they let him in. Another dude said he was a sociologist and could facilitate discussions and communication between people.

They beat him up (or possibly killed him; I dismember) and put him outside their compound with a warning sign on him.

I'm really really REALLY good at organizing things and people and planning stuff, but I still fear that in a post-apocalyptic world, I'd go the way of the sociologist.