What would you do in the post-apocalyptic future?

Without laws, I wouldn't have to worry about the consequences of hunting people down like animals, and I could begin my purge of the idiotic from the human race. I think that I'd just start with all of the people involved in some sort of internet subculture and work my way up from there. That, and anybody who tried to steal from my stockpile of baked beans.

What about you?

Purloin scientific documents regarding to Biotechnology, then proceed to develop a trans-humanist society. The only issue I have with this "plan" of mine is that I don't have to wait for an apocalypse to occur in the first place.
Then again, only the childish fools postulate on the post-apocalypse. It's the ultimate pipe dream for the dysfunctional shut-ins that roam this world.

Survival of the fittest would be in full effect. Would you guys even cut it?

Die from radiation

But what happens if you don't die but become a perpetually pissed off green giant that crushes anything around?

drugs

What about a tender one?

How about finding some water instead?

I WOULD DEMAND THAT BETHESDA INVEST ON MAKING THE NEXT FALLOUT THE ONE WITH ALL THOSE VEHICLES

If it's some kind of zombie/infection post-apocalyptic scenario, count me in. I would die in a matter of hours.

I thought that the obvious objective need not to be exclaimed. Surely you can understand.

Has anybody pondered predating on the "Prepper" demographic? They live in what is essentially a tomb with a solitary air pipe. All you would need to dispatch them is bleach and ammonia down one of their air supply vents and a fire at the exits. It would be an easy way to procure enough meat to last a few weeks.

i like the way you think, however i wouldnt trust that meat considering how it was killed.

I'd finally get to catch up on all the shows I've DVR'd.

That, and drink my stockpile of booze.

Then I'd find the last remaining female, talk for hours about how we'll start a new world, and then tell her that she's too fat and I literally wouldn't fuck her if she was the last girl in the world.

After that, probably eat a 12 gauge.

Amass Guns and ammo and play rooftop sniper til something finally kills me.

I'm going to invest in bottle caps now so when Gehenna happens I'll be ready.

Then the Vault Dweller murders you for your bottlecaps.

Hoard food and ammo and sell it to other survivors.

damn thats not very sporting.