When the bombs/attacks arrive in UK...

[BanditsHigh]

I always love the people who talk about surviving nuclear war, they seem to think that they'll be able to come across clean water and food just like that, fuel for vehicles no problem (but no Nectar points), weapons and ammo easy peasy, they just cannot see how deluded they are

Afterwards all of the land and water will be radioactive so getting water and growing food will likely be impossible or inadvisable, and as for scavenging supermarkets, what you and every other survivor out there, you'd be lucky if it lasts for a few days or a week at most.

If we were warned about an incoming nuclear attack then the smart ones would be heading towards the blasts ... I'm more than happy to be vapourised if it ever happens, icing on cake would be to have a nice ciggie and/or joint just before it happens (nearly 4 years since I've had either)

[DaddyStu]

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[to v or not to v]

and yet the Japs were nuked twice yet they seem to have gotten through it ok.
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[BanditsHigh]

[hellkat]

[Ste]

[Easy-X]

Nice golf course.
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[Tracey Suntan-King]

Wouldn’t do anything except stay exactly where I live now…a militarily strategic island in the Eastern Mediterranean. Nukes unlikely here although there are other nearby “threats”.


Sunshine, cold beer, souvlaki. Bring on the apocalypse I say
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[hellkat]

[hellkat]

[lingeringstin...]

Personally I'll be living far from the thankless urban sprawl, hidden in the hills hunting and fishing, bow, knife and spear, and occasionally painting myself with mud to go slithering into the dark pockets of crumbling urbanity under cover of darkness as they slumber to prey upon the weak and find edible sustenance (long pig a delicacy) and leaving my "mark", perhaps a head on a spike somewhere, so that when day breaks the villagers will know that He That Can Not Be Named has visited them, and may do so again, thus instilling a sense of fear and panic among the feeble ones still clinging to their shell of normality. And when I tire of reigning unnecessary terror upon them I shall simply hunt them for sport and make useful items from their bones and hides.

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