Surf Solar said:
Also, I don't see much a point in surviving such a disaster, you're better of to die in the blastwave, a lucky death.
Or commit a suicide. Not a bad thing.
Or, as Formerk says, the raider gang. Albeit a little bit different in my case.
No crazy ass son of a bitch would want to nuke my little town, or any neighboring one, only real danger would be from fallout and radiation.
Anyway, given that I'm supremely intelligent, I'll organize a decent gang, being the leader, slowly take over the town, be it diplomacy or killings, conduct my reign of terror hanging or otherwise executing whoever stands on my way. Damn strong discipline - righteous, but horrible.
Slowly, I'd take over the neighboring communities, and in process I'll be training an army of badass, paprika-induced motorbike warriors who are highly trained and specialized in strategy, tactics, survival skills, using all kind of weapons - one army whose name shall be spoken only in the deepest and darkest corners of this earth...the Hazel Nuts.
Ultimately, I'll take over this land, piece by piece.
As the smokes of firestorms and carnage left by my shock forces rise, and as the blood of my enemies flows and soaks the soil, I'd be enjoying myself with all the spoils of war. Clean water, women, food, books, technology, video games, comics, music, art, weaponry, paprika... Oh, so much paprika.
In the end, once my reign is supreme, once all the paprika is mine, at least, the dawn of the new Golden Age will arrive. For from the ashes of the nuclear war a new civilization has risen - all shall hail the almighty Hegemony of the Hazel Bush! All shall hail me, their new immortal God and leader! All shall love and fear me!
And then I'd commence eating all the paprika...oh, so much paprika...
Then I die.
