For some reason, I have a strange feeling that I would go insane if all this world ending stuff happened. Apparently, in this scenario, I'm the person who gets to decide what we keep, and what we don't.
Well, as certifiably crazy person in this time, I'd probably bring things that nobody needs. Not to mention I'd probably bring only like six people. And they'd be wondering why I stocked the entire boat with grandfather clocks and a collection of Led Zeppelin's greatest hits. I'd bring some food, but only refried beans. Which is all like "Yay, food!". Until you realize that if you have to choose between starving and refried beans, people will pick starving nine out of nine times.
I fear what I will be like when the world ends. If the world does end, though, I hope it is zombies. Actually, I think my next post is going to be about zombies. Because I love me some brain-eating, vomit-inducing, dead-walking entities of evil all boxed up in the bodies of those who were formerly living.
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