Hey, I'm kinda apocalypse-averse too. But I keep getting involved in conversations about it.
For everyone that thinks they don't have post-apocalypse skills: remember, we will always need more people to go on looting ... er, foraging trips.
Angel: You know, I killed my actual dad. It was one of the first things I did when I became a vampire. Wesley: I hardly see how that's the same situation. Angel: Yeah. I didn't really think that one through.
'Lineage'
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.
Atropa - Nov 28, 2007 3:17:49 pm PST #6252 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
askye - Nov 28, 2007 3:22:45 pm PST #6253 of 10002
Thrive to spite them
I can also talk really really fast I have no idea how useful that skill is, but it might be handy to distract or confuse enemies while others plan attack/escape/what have you.
tommyrot - Nov 28, 2007 3:23:48 pm PST #6254 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
My biggest fear about post-apocalyptic society is that others will discover I grew up on a dairy farm and then make me deal with cows all day....
billytea - Nov 28, 2007 3:27:05 pm PST #6255 of 10002
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
For everyone that thinks they don't have post-apocalypse skills: remember, we will always need more people to go on looting ... er, foraging trips.
The problem is, I'm easily distracted. "Oh, hey, this animal is really cool. You see-- What? No, it's not edible. Wait, I haven't finished the story!"
billytea - Nov 28, 2007 3:29:18 pm PST #6256 of 10002
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
My biggest fear about post-apocalyptic society is that others will discover I grew up on a dairy farm and then make me deal with cows all day....
Yes, you shall be the intermediary we appoint to bring our list of concerns to our new lords and masters.
tommyrot - Nov 28, 2007 3:31:24 pm PST #6257 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
I have a theory that in post-apocalyptic times, cats will become very valuable. So I could be a cat trader. I'd travel from settlement to settlement, buying and selling cats. Or, you know, trading or lending cats out in exchange for goods and services.
brenda m - Nov 28, 2007 3:52:55 pm PST #6258 of 10002
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Sean K - Nov 28, 2007 3:54:58 pm PST #6259 of 10002
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
I have half a dozen books on various apocalypse survival topics. This practically insures that, when the apocalypse comes, I will be nowhere near my books.
Also, the vast majority of my skills require electricity, and the bulk of those require 220.
I suspect that, when the Apocalypse comes, I will be one of those people wandering around naked and dazed, poking at and talking into a flat, shiny rock, and calling it my iPhone.
beekaytee - Nov 28, 2007 3:56:01 pm PST #6260 of 10002
Compassionately intolerant
I've worked on a farm, managed a b&b, organized events and navigated a group of a thousand people from LA to DC on foot. If I end up in the survivor's camp, I'm pretty sure I can contribute. Best skill? Seeing what needs doing and doing it.
Also with the officiating weddings and being with people in emotional crisis and/or dying, I suppose I could apply for the Shepherd gig. (And like Book, I'm not a bad shot.)
eta: I played a Shepherd in the Serenity RPG. Does that count as job experience?
Ginger - Nov 28, 2007 3:58:25 pm PST #6261 of 10002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I could beat the Boy with my stuffed Martian bacterium, but I don't think it would have much effect unless it turned into real Martian bacteria.
Post Apocalypse, I could offer the information I've gleaned from my obsession with post-apocalyptic fiction. There was a time in my life when I could have been termed a survivalist, and I still have food, camping gear, first aid stuff, and a love of flashlights and knives. Right behind me there's an assortment of back-to-the-land books, survivalist writing and field guides to edible wild plants. I can garden; I'm not squeamish about cutting up animals; and I know a lot about radiation exposure. Being part of the Cult of Jilli would certainly make the Apocalypse more entertaining.