If the end of the world.....

Yesterday I watched Seeking a Friend for the End of the World with Steve Carell and Keira Knightley (excellent film) and it prompted me to post this thread. Quick plot summary for those who have not seen it -
A 70 mile wide asteroid is on its way to colliding with Earth in 3 weeks and the death toll will be catastrophic. That would be before the resulting nuclear winters/tsunamis/etc. What I appreciate in this film is how the focus is strictly on the characters and not on things like "spaceship x is going to travel to the asteroid to try to save us" as they did when the end of the films were popular in the late 90's.

If you were living or stuck in this universe/parallel dimension/whatever, how would you spend your last days?
You see things (or happens off camera at least) in the film like sexual intercourse with random people, doing heroin at a party or just having wild riots in the street.

 

TFP party baby!
At least a party you would all be invited to here in the great white north that would stocked with plenty of food, booze, music, and good conversation (with plenty of methods to discourage party-crashers).
I would gather my family and friends together, get supplies and go out well fed, toasted, and with the ones I love.

 

"We have some opening in upper level management, our Chief Financial Officer position is vacant. Does anybody want to be CFO? Anybody?" (As they all fill in the unsaid 'for the last two weeks this company will be around')

 

The big choice would be try to figure out a way to survive the impact & resulting chaos, or figure it wouldn't be worth the effort (even if successful living in a post-apocalyptic world would totally suck) and go nuts living it up for three weeks.

 

If survival was even a smidgen I would gather my family and friends and fight, also attempt sex with every woman in sight.

 

I'll set the scene: Motorcycle, mohawk, leather jacket, death metal, Molotov cocktails...

You'll hear me coming.

 

Don't forget the leopard. Also known as the double barreled sawed off shotgun. It's called a leopard because it leaves you covered in spots.

 

Think: More pants and less homo.

 

You gotta get the damn thing running, first.

 

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Hahah... nice. And: I'M WORKING ON IT. Also: Fuck carburetors. Toilet tank technology.

 

While a v6 might look attractive, in the apocalypse a two stroke twin cylinder would be more functional. Kick start, no battery to fail. Better fuel economy. Type of bikes it comes on will have better mobility on rough terrain. Will be louder, though.

 

V6 for pursuit speed, brah. Need that top end when you're running down dirty muscle cars covered in raw steer hide and barbed wire.

Said bike also has to be big enough for some dude sitting backwards, shooting a crossbow (while wearing chain mail adorned with greasy baby doll heads, of course).

In reality, a dual sport would be best. But this is fantasy, so you have to go big and retarded. Because cracked leather is mandatory, red means faster, shotguns cut men in half and women are luggage.

It already has 2.5" straights. I think I've reached the limit for this platform.

 

I really wanted one of these for a long time but it's been replaced with the V-Max you posted above.

Pretty sure my old lady can shoot better. And she has a great set of tits. You do the math.

 

Ok. You can have the dude with the crossbow. I'll take the chick in assless chaps and a spiderweb tattoo on her neck. And she'll have two wings tattooed down her back. One leather demon wing, one angel's wing.

 

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