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lastvoyages2021-01-26 10:36 pm
dog_eat_dog) wrote in lastvoyages2021-01-26 10:36 pm
018: What Happens After
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For those of you who are lucky enough to have never been through that shit in your lives, here’s what happens next!
- At least fifty to sixty percent of the population will die in the first few months. Probably a lot more, actually, considering the attackers are sentient and can make strategic choices. And they have guns. And ships. Your odds are extremely shit up against that.
- Whoever survives those first few months will probably be determined by who got into a government-run stronghold. Believe it or not, the government and military WILL have their shit together after the first 24 hrs. Don't bother being mad about it. What matters is you survived.
- You know what, because it’s the 60s, certain people are going to be welcomed into safe zones, and others are going to be left outside to die.
- Survivors are going to be pressed into working in surviving/secured factories and in the fields to keep food production going. You’re going to lose a lot, though. If it doesn’t grow in your state or materials can’t be found locally, kiss that goodbye.
- Everything in your life is rationed. Food, electricity, water, even clothes. You think anyone’s making bras after that? Jeans? Shoes? You won’t notice for a year or two, but then you’ll think about it every day. It’s fine, though. Eventually you'll give up on caring. Mostly, anyway!
- Currency’s out. You’re working for room and board.
- “But Tess, I know how to survive out there, I don’t need the military or a safe zone.” Please, you don’t think thousands of people thought that too? You aren’t special. You'll think twice when you’re getting friendly with cannibalism or get murdered by someone who literally just wants the shirt off your back.
- Are you ready to fuck to save humanity? No? Too bad, someone’s gotta do it.
- Forget all your hobbies.
- If humanity makes it twenty years and you’re still around, you’ll look around you and realize how many people alive don’t remember anything about life before, and every year you lose more people who do... taking everything they know with them.
- In the long run, only the worst people survive. Guess what that says about you?
Brag defensively about how likely you are to survive in the replies.
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[Tess never expected something like that to feel relaxing, but in an odd way, it was.
She's easy to find this week.
She's in the gym, slowly and meticulously testing the strength of her arm after weeks of recovery, figuring out the limits of what her body can do after nearly nine months of more regular meals.
When she feels particularly social, she sees who is hanging around in the inmate speakeasy, figuring it's far less dramatic to get in and out of than the lounge.
Sometimes she hangs out in the spa to paint her nails; it's an odd juxtaposition, bright enamel against the scars and calluses on her knuckles and palms, but it's a fun one.
And when she can finagle access, she's in the hot tub, sometimes reading, sometimes drinking, sometimes even dozing –– she's fucking earned a bit of relaxation.]
cw for general end-of-the-world apocalypse talk]
For those of you who are lucky enough to have never been through that shit in your lives, here’s what happens next!
- At least fifty to sixty percent of the population will die in the first few months. Probably a lot more, actually, considering the attackers are sentient and can make strategic choices. And they have guns. And ships. Your odds are extremely shit up against that.
- Whoever survives those first few months will probably be determined by who got into a government-run stronghold. Believe it or not, the government and military WILL have their shit together after the first 24 hrs. Don't bother being mad about it. What matters is you survived.
- You know what, because it’s the 60s, certain people are going to be welcomed into safe zones, and others are going to be left outside to die.
- Survivors are going to be pressed into working in surviving/secured factories and in the fields to keep food production going. You’re going to lose a lot, though. If it doesn’t grow in your state or materials can’t be found locally, kiss that goodbye.
- Everything in your life is rationed. Food, electricity, water, even clothes. You think anyone’s making bras after that? Jeans? Shoes? You won’t notice for a year or two, but then you’ll think about it every day. It’s fine, though. Eventually you'll give up on caring. Mostly, anyway!
- Currency’s out. You’re working for room and board.
- “But Tess, I know how to survive out there, I don’t need the military or a safe zone.” Please, you don’t think thousands of people thought that too? You aren’t special. You'll think twice when you’re getting friendly with cannibalism or get murdered by someone who literally just wants the shirt off your back.
- Are you ready to fuck to save humanity? No? Too bad, someone’s gotta do it.
- Forget all your hobbies.
- If humanity makes it twenty years and you’re still around, you’ll look around you and realize how many people alive don’t remember anything about life before, and every year you lose more people who do... taking everything they know with them.
- In the long run, only the worst people survive. Guess what that says about you?
Brag defensively about how likely you are to survive in the replies.
[Spam:]
[Tess never expected something like that to feel relaxing, but in an odd way, it was.
She's easy to find this week.
She's in the gym, slowly and meticulously testing the strength of her arm after weeks of recovery, figuring out the limits of what her body can do after nearly nine months of more regular meals.
When she feels particularly social, she sees who is hanging around in the inmate speakeasy, figuring it's far less dramatic to get in and out of than the lounge.
Sometimes she hangs out in the spa to paint her nails; it's an odd juxtaposition, bright enamel against the scars and calluses on her knuckles and palms, but it's a fun one.
And when she can finagle access, she's in the hot tub, sometimes reading, sometimes drinking, sometimes even dozing –– she's fucking earned a bit of relaxation.]
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did people really stop making shoes? i get not making jeans and bras that makes sense but shoes are important
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I'm sure there's some people out there making shoes, but if you send all your manufacturing to China or whatever then you're not exactly left with a lot of experts who can make a worthwhile shoe. Maybe we're better off in the 60s but god, who makes leather stuff? Who can turn a cow into leather hide? Fuck if I know.
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this is private-filtered now right
yessss lol I always flop between "private" and the character's name sldfjlksdf
lmao i was like AH, I REMEMBER THIS FROM PARADISA
HAHAHA THAT'S EXACTLY IT
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I’d be alright. I am worst people.
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I'd like to think I survived for a while, but then, I never thought I was a good person.
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Yeah? What do you think would do you in?
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Congrats on being a free agent.
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He approaches her slowly, hands at his side. Curious but not nervous.]
You didn't talk about the scouts. In your...list of all the ways humanity's fucked. The scouts that come before the main ones. If you can get rid of them first, you stop the whole thing.
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She smiles, leaning against the hammer strength machine and sizing him up as he replies.]
You gotta be able to find 'em and stop 'em, cowboy. Doesn't work if you're outgunned or too busy chasing after interns.
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But I'd bring you rabbits or whatever! If you shot all the idiots trying to kill me, cause there's always a few.
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And thanks, but I would not live in the woods for anything. I'll wave at you from the city walls, though.
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[Joking... sort of.]
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What appears to be an Extremely Tired Generic White Dude sits down across from Tess.
"I liked the monologue," someone else's voice says, "but you're missing that half of our fellow passengers are inveterate heroes and would probably do just fine."
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"What on earth does it mean to be a 'hero', and how does it protect you from a brutal death?"
She glances over this Generic White Dude curiously. Who are you...?
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"Stupid," she grumbles, reaching over to take the towel.
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Out of curiosity, what do you presume would happen should half the population instantly disappear?
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After that post, he just walks the few steps down to her door, knocks, and calls out:
"You wanna go shoot somethin'?"
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“Sounds like a good time,” she replies.
Her hair is loose and still damp, and she scrapes it back into a ponytail. Ready to go.
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fuck to save humanity thing.
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