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Guts - Chuck Palahniuk
When someone mentioned it, I was like “it’s just a story, in a book, and I’ve read some shit. How bad can it be?” Well, it can be really bad, I wanted to unread it. The memory is fading now, but I still have an “ugh” feeling

6 months is a normal period of time after which you would like to change them.
There’s a shitton of filter cartridges everywhere, and they won’t expire, so I believe I would have more problematic stuff to deal with

uhhhh, okay, give me the trowel.
(I have some gardening skills actually: 30 years ago me and my dad each shat under one of two firs to the sides of his summerhouse driveway. You just look at them now, I’m so proud of myself!)

and an RC plane

Look, it didn’t even happen yet, and we already have a Walking Dead level drama!

get 10 packs of filters from any store. The supply is now waaaay higher than the demand, remember?

This is for the time before you will have a safehous with everything powered by readily available commercial solar cells.
(just in case, anything I comment about here would only work in “everyone is a Zed but you”, because otherwise survivors, and more importantly, surviving people in power, will fubar each others and everyone else’s lives, and no long-term idea will reliably work)

Yes, I know there is some stuff which is already everywhere, I just meant that in The Scenario i wouldn’t have to worry much about local rainwater quality, even if I was picky like that:)

and sorry, I’m living in Denmark, so only type of noticeable pollution here is from farming

Fuck guns - super dangerous iterms of attracting ALL kinds of attention at once. branch saws as spears ftw!

A home improvement box store (in a non-crowded area) is not far from me, and there are multiple bike lanes leading to it. So, tools, pickup trucks, generators, everything

1. Everything went to shit anyway
2. I have higher than average survival skills
3. I am a cyclist in an area with alot of trails and not so many people
   I’d say I would give an IRL Zomboid a try

SOMETHING TELLS ME
SOMETHING TELLS ME
SOMETHING TELLS ME YOU CAN READ MY MIND

As I usually explain later, if a joke is coming, I have to let it out into the world.

They will fucking die, one by one

This shitpost is so shitty it keeps making me angry for a few seconds, and then I calm down remembering it’s a shitpost, and then the cycle repeats. Outstanding!

Yeah, I think it should be really warm in such costumes

Ew. This is not cheese.

I’m a 40yo, and when I play guessing game with people, they say something like “you’re not older than 26”. I just think that I’m probably lucky with genetics , but that doesn’t really change what I do or who I meet with. And I’m emotionally like 21, so it works for me

The structured user information is what I think killed the “free” vibe of the early internet: you naturally see a lot of information even before you contact anyone. That removes some intimacy of exchanging information about who you are, in a way you want. Around 2000, I was playing pool with random people on Yahoo Games, and trying to learn English talking to them. I’ve met a girl of my age from Jakarta, I talked to some boomer Arizona cowboy who was relieved to know “we’re not fucking commies anymore” (I`m Russian). These were interesting conversations where we discovered each other. Now I wouldn’t talk to the guy like that, because “I see we probably don’t have much in common, and he wrote this and that to other people”