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Jay_Zombie
Apr 20, 2007

We're sealing the tunnel!
*Accidentally locks self out of abandoned missile silo turned survival bunker*

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Pekinduck
May 10, 2008

Jay_Zombie posted:

*Accidentally locks self out of abandoned missile silo turned survival bunker*

Whenever I hear about people using those old silos for prepper bunkers I wonder if the ruskies missed the memo and still have it dialed in for a direct nuke strike.

Blistex
Oct 30, 2003

Macho Business
Donkey Wrestler

Jay_Zombie posted:

*Accidentally locks self out of abandoned missile silo turned survival bunker*

<notices that the lights in abandoned missile silo turned survival bunker are flickering, then dimming, like there is a brown-out>
<goes down to bottom level to check on generator>
<pulls cap off of sparkplug to check for corrosion>
<entire floor goes totally dark>
<turns on flashlight>
<sparkplug seems fine, puts cover back on and pulls cord to restart the generator>
<generator sputters, doesn't start>
<pulls cord again>
<generator doesn't even sputter>
<pulls cord again>
<generator turns over, sputters, catches for a second, then dies again>
<pulls cord again>
<no response>
<turns flashlight towards the elevator stumbles over to the door>
<pushes button>
<elevator doesn't work, no power!>
<gently caress!!!!! The elevator is the only way up as the access ladder has a padlocked grate on each level, and the keys are upstairs, I'm trapped!>
<pulls the generator cord thousands of times over the next two days until hands are gnarled, blistered, and barely functional>
<drinks from a jug of antifreeze out of desperation for water>
<throws up>
<dies of dehydration>
.
.
.
.
7 years later a building inspector hired by the municipality to assess a property in arrears makes a grisly discovery.

A Wizard of Goatse
Dec 14, 2014

*stocked up on nothing but a ten-year supply of Hustlers, is now King of Greater Iowa*

Jay_Zombie
Apr 20, 2007

We're sealing the tunnel!

Pekinduck posted:

Whenever I hear about people using those old silos for prepper bunkers I wonder if the ruskies missed the memo and still have it dialed in for a direct nuke strike.

Now that is a good point.

old beast lunatic
Nov 3, 2004

by Hand Knit
For once I want to see a prepper with a realistic plan to survive that involves building a boat to sail to Antarctica when climate change makes everything else hell or maybe a guy who just carries a one shot pistol so he can just kill himself when the time is right.

A Wizard of Goatse
Dec 14, 2014

old beast lunatic posted:

For once I want to see a prepper with a realistic plan to survive that involves building a boat to sail to Antarctica when climate change makes everything else hell or maybe a guy who just carries a one shot pistol so he can just kill himself when the time is right.

once you've gone and got the pistol why waste time loving around

A Wizard of Goatse fucked around with this message at 20:03 on Dec 16, 2019

old beast lunatic
Nov 3, 2004

by Hand Knit

A Wizard of Goatse posted:

once you've gone and got the pistol why waste time loving around

In this completely hypothetical situation the suicide pistol is for when society brakes down to the point of video games, porn and booze being hard to come by.

milkingmycow
Mar 28, 2008

by Cyrano4747

Blistex posted:



Day 10945: "I have a rash around my "bathing-suit area"

If SHTF in Phucket the whole landscape will be covered in discarded flip flops.

Blistex
Oct 30, 2003

Macho Business
Donkey Wrestler

old beast lunatic posted:

In this completely hypothetical situation the suicide pistol is for when society brakes down to the point of video games, porn and booze being hard to come by.

In this scenario of yours, everyone in Utah is already dead.

Telebite
Aug 23, 2018

lets git our guns and steal all the other peoples mres

Lpzie
Nov 20, 2006

Who What Now posted:

*is surviving and thriving because I studied the blade*

same but aqlso duct taped to a gun

funeral home DJ
Apr 21, 2003


Pillbug
Sad news: John “Cowboy” Smith died on the way to the outhouse from his own trip-wire activated shrapnel bomb he built to protect his family. He was 37 years old.

Blistex
Oct 30, 2003

Macho Business
Donkey Wrestler

Telebite posted:

lets git our guns and steal all the other peoples mres

<Mia Spackman briefly stops walking across the Costco parking lot and listens for what she thought was the sounds of gunfire off in the distance>
<after hearing nothing, Mia shrugs her shoulders, and then goes into the store to pick up a meat and cheese tray for the HOA meeting tonight>

***8 miles away***

<there's no more return fire, "I must have hit Sally Turner with that last shot">
<kicks down the back door to the cabin to find the entire Turner family dead (Richard, Sally, and their three kids) all dead>
<surveys the surroundings, no more movement>
<with the entire Turner family dead, their week and a half supply of Chinese MREs now belongs to the Hendersons. . . wait!>
<frantically calls out the names of the raiding party (the family) . . . no response>
<walks outside to see that he was the only one to make it>
<"oh well, I guess the MREs will last a lot longer than we expected">
<feels a warm, wet sensation in his right boot. . . looks down to see blood gushing from a wound in his abdomen>
<loses consciousness and bleeds out 15 minutes later>

<about the same time, Mia Spackman walks out of the Costco with the meat and cheese tray, and a guilty feeling as she is on a diet but still picked up a tray of Double-Chocolate muffins>

Yaldabaoth
Oct 9, 2012

by Azathoth

Gutter Phoenix posted:

If anyone is interested, I've posted lots of survival/ soldier of fortune/ doomsday prepper stuff in the magazine thread:

Stop sperging about your dumb magazines. It was funny at first but then you started scanning everything in your possession until the funny bits were lost among a sea of stuff that's perfectly normal.

Telebite
Aug 23, 2018

The Bloak as Got on Top of Aunty

Every body knows Aunty. Stoan boans and iron tits and teef be twean her legs plus she has a iron willy for the ladys it gets red hot. When your time comes you have to do the juicy with her like it or not. She rides a girt big rat with red eyes it can see in the dark and it can smel whos ready for Aunty. Even if they dont know it ther selfs the rat can smel if theyre ready.

Time back way back after Bad Time there come playgs in the towns and they wer berning out the Badstock and the clevverness and that. Aunty she wer here and there and every where on her rat. She wer larfing and singing she wer doing the juicy right lef and senter she never got a nuff of it. Every 1 wer hiding out from her the bes they cud what ever hoal or shelter they cud fynd. It dint help them nothing that rat smelt them all out any how. Bloaks even if they dint think they cud get it up for Aunty jus 1 look from her and they wer ready. Theywd have ther go with Aunty but they never done it moren Ice. Ice Aunty clampt down with her bottom teef it wer Bye bye all bes no mor Trubba in this worl.

There wer a bloak his wife and childer dead from the playg and them what wer berning out the town wer after him with torches. Flames jumping up behynt him he dint have much chance but on he run from 1 hoal to a nother. He wer so much out of Luck his numbers all gone randem and his progam come unstuck he startit in to crave for Aunty he cudnt think of nothing else. He fealt ready only he dint see no red rat eyes nor he dint hear Aunty coming.

He gone looking for her then and calling to her he wer yelling, 'Come on Aunty Im ready for you and I want it now.' He mus not have smelt ready tho becaws the rat dint come after him. He begun to foller on the rat then. He wer faslegging it thru the berning looking for jynt rat poo poo til he cawt up with Aunty. He said, 'Drop your nickers Aunty you are for me.'

Aunty larft she said, 'Whyd you come running after me do you have a iron willy or what?'

He said, 'I dont have nothing special Im jus dying hard.'

Aunty said, 'All right then but you mus let me get on top thats how I all ways do it.'

When Aunty got on top of any 1 her stoan boans and iron tits wud crush them down and her bottom teef wud finish the job.

This bloak tho he said, 'Not this time Aunty. Every thing else has got on top of me but I wil get on top of you.'

Aunty larft and let him do it becaws she liket how he come running after her. That bloak never had any thing like it he dint know if he wer dead or a live he said, 'Am I dead now or what?'

Aunty larft she said, 'No youre not dead becaws you got on top of me and I pult in my bottom teef for you. I done that becaws you dint hide you come running after me. Off with you now and keap in mynd nex time its arga warga for you.'

Off he gone then he come to that place which now its callit Hagmans II. He seen a woman there she wer the 1st he seen since he ben with Aunty. He said to her, 'I done the juicy with Aunty and Im stil a live.'

She said, 'Prove it.'

He said, 'Iwl prove it right a nuff but wud you tel me 1st what do they call this place?'

The woman tol him, 'Hangmans Hil.'

The bloak said, 'Wel les call it some thing else now becaws Ive ben with Aunty and Im stil here. Jus a littl wyl back I ben ready to dy but now Im ready to live a littl and in joy with you so les call this place Hagmans Thril.'

The woman said, 'If thats the name wewl do the same.' There wernt much else to do in that place it wernt nothing only smoaking runes dead bodys from the playg and nothing to eat.

The bloak went with her then he went agen he went all day and all nite he woar his self out and tirely he cudnt put out no mor input.

The woman fealt him going she said, 'Dont you fancy me no mor?'

He said, 'It aint that its jus Ive overwent my self I think Iwl res a littl now.'

She said, 'I think youwl res a littl longern you think.'

He said, 'Whyre you looking at me that way who be you and whats your name?'

She said, 'Who I am is Auntys saymling sister and my name is Arga Warga.'

When the bloak heard that he tryd to run but he wer that woar out he cudnt move and she jumpt on him and et him up. From then on they callit that place Hagmans II.

Hagman Hogman big or small
Thats the end Ive tol it all

shame on an IGA
Apr 8, 2005

Brother Tadger
Feb 15, 2012

I'm accidentally a suicide bomber!


:five:

Gutter Phoenix
Jul 23, 2013

I preferred your last avatar, so I put it back. My apologies to the pedo who purchased your last one (it's always projection).

Yaldabaoth posted:

Stop sperging about your dumb magazines. It was funny at first but then you started scanning everything in your possession until the funny bits were lost among a sea of stuff that's perfectly normal.

No.

Gutter Phoenix
Jul 23, 2013

I preferred your last avatar, so I put it back. My apologies to the pedo who purchased your last one (it's always projection).

bell jar
Feb 25, 2009

i hope shigaru miyamoto survived. just beat all the zeldas

naem
May 29, 2011

laugh if you must but when the end times come don’t come crawling to me and my 30 five gallon macaroni buckets

Mozi
Apr 4, 2004

Forms change so fast
Time is moving past
Memory is smoke
Gonna get wider when I die
Nap Ghost
*ekeing out a deprived shadowy existence, living on poor quality preserved foodstuffs and passing the time by smoking large amounts of stockpiled marijuana*


'oh poo poo, did the collapse happen already?'

Ralph Crammed In
May 11, 2007

Let's get clean and smart


It's been nearly 2000 days and I haven't been to a single goddamned meeting that could have been an email and I haven't been on any conference calls that last for ninety minutes. Yeah I'm a cannibal now, but you know what? It's lean meat. I'm eating healthier than I was before. This societal collapse is treating me ok.

The Bramble
Mar 16, 2004

It's been 300 years since the collapse, and while I am long dead, my benign, smiling face beams over thousands of monk-like figures in hundreds of monastery-like spaces as a statue in the place of veneration. Were I alive to see it, I would be proud of the legacy I have left for the world as armies of scribes meticulously create exact and illuminated replicas of my manga collection that the world may always know true beauty.

Deeper in the larger compounds, a secret society, the Ahegao, labor under my private directive that my yaoi collection also be allowed to live on.

milkingmycow
Mar 28, 2008

by Cyrano4747

Telebite posted:

The Bloak as Got on Top of Aunty

Every body knows Aunty. Stoan boans and iron tits and teef be twean her legs plus she has a iron willy for the ladys it gets red hot. When your time comes you have to do the juicy with her like it or not. She rides a girt big rat with red eyes it can see in the dark and it can smel whos ready for Aunty. Even if they dont know it ther selfs the rat can smel if theyre ready.

.ect..........

Hagman Hogman big or small
Thats the end Ive tol it all

Thank you Aunty. Does the prosecution wish to question this witness?

The Bramble
Mar 16, 2004

The anime golden age doesn't last, however. Based on erotic vore doodles of Chi-Chi eating Goku and Vegeta I thought I had burned but discovered in old notebooks, and schism in the Church is created that never heals. The Ahegao and the Vore squabble, bicker, and war endlessly, and over the centuries entire cultures define themselves based on their association to one theological position or another on the topic of the most divine way to express sexual lust. In a thousand years, the nukes fall again, and humankind's final historian, dying from starvation, concludes that the root cause of our extinction can be traced back to those fateful scribbles, drawn in a prehistoric age of man.

Milo and POTUS
Sep 3, 2017

I will not shut up about the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. I talk about them all the time and work them into every conversation I have. I built a shrine in my room for the yellow one who died because sadly no one noticed because she died around 9/11. Wanna see it?

Yaldabaoth posted:

Stop sperging about your dumb magazines. It was funny at first but then you started scanning everything in your possession until the funny bits were lost among a sea of stuff that's perfectly normal.

This loudmouth doesn't speak for all of us

SpazmasterX
Jul 13, 2006

Wrong about everything XIV related
~fartz~
"Hey Sam, thanks for the delivery. Wow this is in great shape."

dead prez
Sep 22, 2019

Everytime I look around, I see
So much drama goin down
Everytime I look around, I see
So much fakeness goin down
i made 10 tons of potato salad and boy is it paying off!

Smugworth
Apr 18, 2003

*can't decide whether to eat or rape the newly captured prisoner*

"¿Pork que no los dos?" as they used to say on Reddit!

Jay_Zombie
Apr 20, 2007

We're sealing the tunnel!

Blistex posted:

<notices that the lights in abandoned missile silo turned survival bunker are flickering, then dimming, like there is a brown-out>
<goes down to bottom level to check on generator>
<pulls cap off of sparkplug to check for corrosion>
<entire floor goes totally dark>
<turns on flashlight>
<sparkplug seems fine, puts cover back on and pulls cord to restart the generator>
<generator sputters, doesn't start>
<pulls cord again>
<generator doesn't even sputter>
<pulls cord again>
<generator turns over, sputters, catches for a second, then dies again>
<pulls cord again>
<no response>
<turns flashlight towards the elevator stumbles over to the door>
<pushes button>
<elevator doesn't work, no power!>
<gently caress!!!!! The elevator is the only way up as the access ladder has a padlocked grate on each level, and the keys are upstairs, I'm trapped!>
<pulls the generator cord thousands of times over the next two days until hands are gnarled, blistered, and barely functional>
<drinks from a jug of antifreeze out of desperation for water>
<throws up>
<dies of dehydration>
.
.
.
.
7 years later a building inspector hired by the municipality to assess a property in arrears makes a grisly discovery.

Sounds about right.

Pistol_Pete
Sep 15, 2007

Oven Wrangler

Telebite posted:

The Bloak as Got on Top of Aunty

Hagman Hogman big or small
Thats the end Ive tol it all

"I shall rebuild our shattered society... through the medium of puppet shows!"

The Management
Jan 2, 2010

sup, bitch?

old beast lunatic posted:

For once I want to see a prepper with a realistic plan to survive that involves building a boat to sail to Antarctica when climate change makes everything else hell or maybe a guy who just carries a one shot pistol so he can just kill himself when the time is right.

Antarctica doesn’t have topsoil suitable for planting crops because it never had vegetation. If you can’t bootstrap a farm in a couple of years you’re probably dead anyway.

Rutibex
Sep 9, 2001

by Fluffdaddy

The Management posted:

Antarctica doesn’t have topsoil suitable for planting crops because it never had vegetation.

yes it did. continents move!

Gutter Phoenix
Jul 23, 2013

I preferred your last avatar, so I put it back. My apologies to the pedo who purchased your last one (it's always projection).

Rutibex posted:

yes it did. continents move!


When you get right down to it, we're all Pangaean.

milkingmycow
Mar 28, 2008

by Cyrano4747
Walking backwards, making GBS threads. Throwing seeds into the poo poo. Take 3 steps back. The seeds have fully sprouted and you see stalks bearing mature corn. Take a poo poo. Take a step back. Throw seeds down. Take three steps back. Full grown watermelons appear before you. Eat some eggs. Take a step back. Groan and push. Take a poo poo. Take three steps back. A flock of chickens mill around in front of you. Instant farm from your rear end.

This is what you dream about as the godless hordes violate you over and over, choking with the chain around your neck. You're next in the fire. Power in numbers and tribal warfare. The chieftain stands up and the climax of the orgy and proclaims, "I'm gaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!"

old beast lunatic
Nov 3, 2004

by Hand Knit

milkingmycow posted:

Walking backwards, making GBS threads. Throwing seeds into the poo poo. Take 3 steps back. The seeds have fully sprouted and you see stalks bearing mature corn. Take a poo poo. Take a step back. Throw seeds down. Take three steps back. Full grown watermelons appear before you. Eat some eggs. Take a step back. Groan and push. Take a poo poo. Take three steps back. A flock of chickens mill around in front of you. Instant farm from your rear end.

This is what you dream about as the godless hordes violate you over and over, choking with the chain around your neck. You're next in the fire. Power in numbers and tribal warfare. The chieftain stands up and the climax of the orgy and proclaims, "I'm gaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!"

Going to scrawl this on my wall so I can remember it when the power goes out thanks

SilvergunSuperman
Aug 7, 2010

*smiles meekly as local warlord confiscates all my food and water, furiously masturbates later to my fantasy of how I'll totally go Rambo on them next time.

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The Glumslinger
Sep 24, 2008

Coach Nagy, you want me to throw to WHAT side of the field?


Hair Elf
*Worked with my neighbors to raid the nearby farming supply store to set up terrace farms on the nearby hills*

"poo poo, one more good harvest and I think we'll be ready to start selling our surplus. Good thing we came together as a community to survive all of the craziness"

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