I'm hoping the letter Windsparrow got was really incredibly wrong.

My life has been training for the post apocalypse world. Boy scouts (a real troop, not the show troops). Camping and cooking and foraging skills. Fishing and hunting, etc. all learned in my formative years, and now dormant.

We can scavenge generators/alternators and fan blades from all the abandoned cars to make windmills for electricity. Banks of scavenged car batteries can be our storage.

More refinement as we went along would increase efficiency. Eventually we could probably rig up wind turbines to a rough power grid.

Surviving hydroelectric plants could be harnessed, too.

I guess my main post-apocalyptic duties would be scavenging and barter.

Andi and I will set up a wind farm and Bed and Breakfast, with a smithy for all the horse riders, and maybe a still.

Maybe a trading post. Jensen's Freehold or some such.....

Practical, yes, but yeeesh.

Not really. There are a huge number of variables. There aren't too many things this side of chlorine that will kill you right away, and unless someone manages to attack the whole country, help will be on the way. Or it would have been, before Bush gutted FEMA.

WS, most insurance sets a maximum amount of out-of-pocket expenses. Have you checked what that is?

What we need to do is pick a place where we can meet, post-Apocalypse.

I can also wield a double bladed axe. Useful for felling trees and zombies.

Could you take out two zombies with one stroke?

I'll let you know.

"Seven in one blow!"

I am so seeking out the buffista compound after the apocalypse. IF i survive it. Seems like it will be a well organized place, and that is essential in a crisis. I'll do my best to seduce a survivalist or two and bring em along, otherwise my contributions would wear out once the stores were thoroughly looted.

We're assuming electricity in post-apocalytiverse?

We'd have batteries for a while, but I suggest we ration them for other uses besides, um, blowdriers

besides, we wouldn't need blowdriers what with all the repopulating the earth we'd be up to.

I'm a good camper and cook well over a fire (which is no joke I'll tell you), but I suspect I'd make my living cracking people up for bites of their squirrles.

In a post-apocalyptic world I'm getting laid AND I'm a working comedian. Sweet.

And it looks like the stage hand strike is over. Go Broadway!

How does that get played out?

bonny, I also had flashbacks as a major complication so Joe (GM) would put me in situations that would set off my leaky brain pan and put me immediately into a flashback and cause me to cause harm to those who prolly didn't deserve it. Like omnis_audis' monk character.

Oops.