Suicidegirls Beyond Thunderdome

I would dress like a mid-19th century gentleman, immaculate at all times. My weapons of choice would be a rapier and a rifle with a sniper scope that I have put together using old eyeglasses, machine parts, and gaffer's tape. Oh, and I would have a feral mute boy/midget that I would keep on a leash. We would wander the wastelands scavenging for useful things to barter for food and visits to Jazmin's brothel.

Tell ya what!! You can hire me and my nomadic band and we'll protect you for a cut of the profits and all the lemonade we can drink and we'll muscle out any other lemonade stands at no extra cost.

How's that grab ya

wow, the federal government has already remanifested itself upon us.

dude, if there was a an apocalypse you wanna know what i'd do?

two chicks at the same time....

I'd do what I've always wanted to do:
be a fashion designer/dolphin trainer/weather girl/theater actress

I get to be the moralizing religious leader that frequents jazmin's brothel. Sort of a joseph Smith type, except without the alcohol and swearing prohibitions. I mean, what the fuck is that about? :dinkingmartinismiley:

If by "taste of victory" you mean "blood of mine enemies" then I'd have to agree.

*bump*

i would live in a hut fashioned with excess marijuana that i grew.

You see, that's the problem. I've been raised on Mad Max, and more importantly, games like Wasteland and Fallout, Fallout 2, etc.

I'd wind up, in an apocolyptic breakdown scenario, going into the whole thing with full out B-movie gusto once order completely breaks down. Obtian a gun, ammo, and gun accessories / other survival gear immediately before the total collapse. After that, it's raiding & pillaging, touch my car / supplies I shoot you, stay out of the cities mobile roaming all the way, baby! I've only had the survival drill rammed into my head a hundred times, plus where I lived everyone was sure the world was going to end in Y2K, and as a result have plenty of places to get insane amounts of firepower that's barely legal That and I have some crazy friends that WANT to live in a post-apocolyptic environment to join me and a few names of people from the Thunderdome tribe at Burning Man, so we're all sets for gear.

...of course for the sake of argument the internet still works after the end of the world, maybe we can avoid al lthat and just form one giant roadway army and conquer a stretch of land togethor for a new Tribe-Nation. I'd much prefer that to the above scenario. I might do the hockey mask thing, but I would look really terrible in the feathered bondage gear from Road Warrior, though

PS: If anyone has heard of "Peak Oil" the way Mad Max's world ended = Very close to our own upcoming situation in 10-20 years.. better get polishing those shotguns and suping up your cars..



[Edited on Feb 08, 2004 by VM]

Uh, what if I promise to just pull over peacefully? While I'd pay to see that, I don't want mini-guns and knife-in-teeth-Al to kill me, no matter how interesiting a tombstone it'd make

i second that.

You people need someone to make all these crazy weapons and armor and modified vehicles for you, right? That's me. I'll be in my hangar if anybody needs me. Just don't fuck with me; I keep the best stuff for myself.

I guess I see myself on the fringes, picking over dead newbie carcasses like a vulture.

*bump*

All things considered, I'd probably be the crazy junk collector. Lord knows I collect enough junk now.

I'd be the harlequin and I'd run around in weird clothes juggling lemons.

Give me a massive sand crawler, Jawa style, and a few speedbikes and I'll pirate the deserts and all that live therein.

Boot Licking Yes-Man

I'd teach everyone the supreme power of the "elbow drop" and I would expose my followers to anarchistic music. Eventually they would kill me without mercy, but I would live forever in the minds of the people as a tyrant.

That's all I really want in life.

heat yer own damn milk.

I imagine I'd be all like "Hey people, let's rebuild society ." Then the angry mob would stab me with sharp things. God I hate dying by the side of the road.