Your role in the apocalypse
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I'll give you me rats. Only thing I can catch in the bloody subways. Well I'd have to say... I'd develop an Australian accent (Don't ask. I don't even know why). Change my name to Augustus "Mad" Rights. Live in the subway hunting rats and living in the trains faking Schizophrenia. Maybe develop an underground subway society. I can see it now. Stations using trains going to one society to another. I guess the type of Metro 2033 kinda stuff. And on Tuesdays and Thursdays go zombie hunting and on Wendsdays barter with you above grounders.Darkside360 said:Food service. We got 10 BBQ smokers at my place. Bring me your favorite wasteland critter, and we'll have em smoked up tasting like heaven.
Anyone who played Fallout 3 would know what they would do in the post apocalypse world! Raiding! Beating up anyone and everyone and taking they're stuff! Until that guy with the Rock-It launcher shows up...
Simple...I would be the mysterious stranger, you only show up whenever you want to, whenever you do show up you are awesome, and no one ever seems to be able to kill you.
or an immortal mutant who poses as a god (like harold) that is fun as well
or an immortal mutant who poses as a god (like harold) that is fun as well
EntropicBliss said:
Gentlemen, I present to you, Hari Seldon; the Founder of Psychohistory.Souplex said:
I would establish an isolated society of physical scientists and encyclopaedists on the other side of the globe, where they will fulfill the path narrowly chosen for them to begin anew a Second Foundation.
wow, that's an unusual combo and - you are like the perfect surviver type for this scenario! "inject" you live, "blam" you die.BrynThomas said:
I would use my politics degree as it was intended. To take over the world. I would take over an arms factory as the head of a mob, and use arms as the new economic currency and to stave off the zombies and get the people I hate (most of civilisation) killed off while I live in a fortified utopia, letting in only people I like. Because just because you're skilled doesn't mean you aren't an asshole. And you become a threat too
i actually dont think i would be too shabby compared ot most people in organising some sort of society but maybe thats hubris
I would most likely be just another zombie but in the event that I survived, I would probably be the whiny ***** everyone wants dead.
Kicking a nuke would hurt your foot. Also, you won't be able to 'kick start' a nuke. If your electronics skill was high enough you might be able to trigger it, but why are you wasting your time killing yourself when you could be out there breaking into stuff and bettering your own meager existance.Aby_Z said:
Speaking of which, I'm going to join the enclave and be one of their scientists. They got the best technology and least mutations. Sure, their radio station sucks but who cares if you have a good quality of life?
Probably huddle in the top floor of an appartment somewhere, boobytrap the whole lower floors. Then, every now and again, make my way through the booby traps and scavenge the wasteland for anything I might need. Preferably at night, when it's harder to be spotted.
Stay away from everyone, get socially backward, talk to my chair, die from an infectious disease I get in the wasteland and from not being able to get medical attention because I was to stupid to trust anyone.
Stay away from everyone, get socially backward, talk to my chair, die from an infectious disease I get in the wasteland and from not being able to get medical attention because I was to stupid to trust anyone.
Masked silent assassin and merc.
The one known for getting the job done with a minimum of fuss. Specialising in getting into and out of places others don't want me to.
Armoured in black with a scoped Remington 700 slung over one shoulder and a katana over the other.
Mateba auto-revolver holstered on the right thigh and a myriad knives on the left.
Rarely speaks. Lone Wolf.
No job too big, small or too weird refused.
Reasonable prices, souvenirs on completion.
Half payment up front, rest on completion.
That's my role.
Come nuclear wasteland, or zombie apocalypse, that's where you'll find me.
The one known for getting the job done with a minimum of fuss. Specialising in getting into and out of places others don't want me to.
Armoured in black with a scoped Remington 700 slung over one shoulder and a katana over the other.
Mateba auto-revolver holstered on the right thigh and a myriad knives on the left.
Rarely speaks. Lone Wolf.
No job too big, small or too weird refused.
Reasonable prices, souvenirs on completion.
Half payment up front, rest on completion.
That's my role.
Come nuclear wasteland, or zombie apocalypse, that's where you'll find me.
My role in the Apocaypse would be: Corpse leaning over the door mechanism, apparently he died trying to get away from the Nuclear Explosions.
I'd loot the hat shops for a cowboy hat, the gun shop for a sweet shotgun and shells for it, trying to steal a Humvee from someone who stole it from the car salesman and store the Humvee with a lot of shells, guns and food to last me and three people for two months.
At the trunk of the Humvee will the fridge be at (I'll put a solar power sattelite-thingie on the roof to generate energy) reinforced by a sturdy lock, and only I have the key.
Now, that's my "look at me cause I'm so imaginary" answer.
My real plan would be to stick with other survivors (preferably some I know) and speak my mind whenever I can.
Hopefully with a shotgun and a cowboy hat...
At the trunk of the Humvee will the fridge be at (I'll put a solar power sattelite-thingie on the roof to generate energy) reinforced by a sturdy lock, and only I have the key.
Now, that's my "look at me cause I'm so imaginary" answer.
My real plan would be to stick with other survivors (preferably some I know) and speak my mind whenever I can.
Hopefully with a shotgun and a cowboy hat...