Ok so I used to be involved in a post-apocalypse horror LARP that was basically 48 hours in the woods with zombies (which, though not anywhere near on par with actual disasters, was a vibe where you could be murdered in your bed at 4am, kidnapped and exploded, or randomly hunted for sport) And from just my own personal experience I learned:
- if youāre used to doing low-spoons Depression Meals youāre already used to surviving on apocalypse āeat whatever you can carryā rations
- if youāre already used to always pushing through pain most minor injuries wonāt even spoil your mood
- anxiety makes a person an Incredibly Effective Lookout (Nothing ever got the jump on me)
- if youāre fighting depression youāre already used to spitting in the face of despair so staring down āimpossible oddsā kinda just feels like Tuesday
- folks who Make Things are the true backbone of society
- fighters are a dime a dozen but someone who knows how to care for the injured / accommodate disability is literally freakin irreplaceable
- you donāt have to be ā~uSeFuL~ā for folks to find you worth saving
- The people who survive are the people who care about people
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