You got to get out! How many doors are there? How many windows? Don't guess, go around and count them, then draw a map and decide which ones are best. Figure out how to get up on the roof and zip line over to a tree. Put ladders everywhere. Make a tunnel if need be.
There are two types of provisions during GO TIME. There are food provisions and drink provisions. You can buy rations from the camping store. You can also order MRE (meal: ready eat) off the Internet. Try camping stores' webpages. If you don't want to mess around with MREs you can try Pop Tarts. These are individually wrapped just like MREs and if you eat a Pop Tart and three multivitamins this is just as good as an MRE and actually tastes way better. For drink I prefer pop for the energy boost and you can get 2 liters. Some people like juice or drink mixes but that shit is your discretion.
A lot of times when shit goes down you can't wait it out in your house. You got to be ready to go. That is why you got to pack a bag that you can just grab. I used a really big messenger bag. It's canvas so it should be pretty sturdy and it has an Invader Zim logo on the side. You can use a backpack or a duffle bag or whatever else.
A loose selection of some good things to pack are:
If you still have room then you can take some keepsakes with you. I packed my Nintendo DS and economized space by bringing a cart with about 50 GBA games on it.
Look at that, you planned ahead. Now that it's GO TIME what do you do? Simple: grab your GO TIME bag, any other provisions you can carry, and execute your exit plan. From there you have two options: become a survivalist or become a warlord. It all depends on whether you've been waiting for this and it's an opportunity you are prepared to accept, or if you just want to get by.
Dan2000 will be following up with his survivalist guide, stay tuned for my warlord guide in the coming weeks.
The singer dove off the stage and crowd surfed in a sort of reverse funeral procession where the person being carried is the only one truly alive. Touching him I felt religious ecstasy and started speaking in tongues and requesting songs that didn't exist.
There's no easy way to put this, so I'll tell it like it is. Bouillon is died. He went missing before the weekend and yesterday I found his skeletonized remains at the bottom of the #3 soup vat during one of my swims. I thought the cream of mushroom soup had an especially nourishing taste, and a lot more clumps of fur and skin than usual.
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