Let's see: fight, flight, or shit my pants? Well... I'd hope that, being so close to the US border, the US military would react a little faster than they did in Cloverfield and take that shit out. I'd hide in my elementary school's WWII bomb shelter (small radio in hand, fuckload of batteries, case of water, and probably a lot of hysterical sobbing and crying, resulting in a burning rash under my eyes) until I receive word of Cthulhu's demise. You can live for three weeks without eating, as long as you're hydrated.
I would NOT try to be a hero in this situation, and I most certainly would NOT even pretend to be all badass and tough like I'm in a video game. This is real life, and it's fucking Cthulhu. In my opinion, anyone who didn't mention shitting their pants, at least a little bit, is either in total denial, or lying their ass off.
direkiller said:
I would reach over grab my Ride the Lightning album and put on track 8
Hah! This, too, while sobbing.