A fella wakes up one day and takes stock of supplies and a dark future. He has a good supply of components in all regards, and if he keeps his trigger finger under control has enough to last to the end of days. Arms are tuned and ready for everything from squill to semi trucks.

Question is, what’s he supposed to do now?


I am..........disturbed.

Concerning the difference between man and the jackass: some observers hold that there isn't any. But this wrongs the jackass. -Twain