what’s to work out? just provide a phone number and city as your address, and one day someone will call you and mutter something unintelligible and you say “TELEGRAM… TELEGRAM” and then they telegram you to ask where you are and you send your location and then they show up with your grand piano on the back of their moto and ask for a mystery extra delivery fee.

fake: OP is not a frog in a suit

gay: OP did girl kissing

You’ve hit on my bugbear with most post-apocalyptic fiction: pretty much universally humans have shown that they will tend towards co-operation when placed in situations of hardship. But most writers, game designers and preppers want you to think that when civilization collapses everyone will be like “there’s no rules any more! I can murder whoever I want and take their stuff!”

I wonder if any of Trump’s supporters remember that his original 2016 campaign leant heavily on the idea that he was great at hiring people, and would replace the swamp with a team of the country’s best and most highly qualified people?

We should start using sliced avocados