Monday, August 15, 2005

The Revolution.

I think about it. a lot. When society will collapse under any given catalyst, and the streets will be deserted, and I'll be wandering around, a survivor. Thinking about what stores I'll break into first, what I'll need - books on survival, camping gear and those light food packs, what kind of shelter I'll need (depends on the scenario - from Ft. Denison in the middle of sydney harbour in "Zombies Attack!" to where I am now for "Killer Virus - Genetic Immunity". travelling the freeways searching for survivors, trying to contact the outside world, or defending my territory in "Collapse of Civilisation", along with my merry band of survivors.

And thinking about it's a kind of a way to escape growing up, only my Neverland is filled with deserted cars, crumbling skyscrapers. A tiny fire in the middle of an empty freeway, grass bursting forth from the cracks. I don't have to worry about superannuation, because my retirement will be the day I finally give up finding any more survivors. I'll have set up a tiny tribe, self sufficient and no longer dependent on the scraps of the collapsed civilisation. And I won't have to watch any more damn TV ads, or give a toss who wins a reality show. I'll be out of the box, making a difference in this strange world. posted by Keegan at 9:20 pm

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