Make friends with a aboriginal person by trading materials. They know more than just about anyone about how to survive out there. It's not what you have, it's what you know.
Opposite tactic: find a map and locate the train lines that cross AU. Go find one of the trains, disconnect the engine, and drive your way to where you need to go. If anyone tries to block you at a crossing, laugh as you drive through them.
Bobzilla wrote: In reply to Adrian_Thompson: If people are dying from a massive outbreak, I'm not getting on a f-n sardine can with wings and flying halfway around the world. Period. My ass is hunkering down at home, with protection and supplies.
It's easy to say that in the context of this scenario, but in reality, not so much. Adrian's back-story had the situation as just a bad flu when boarding the plane. If things were "that bad" then the flight never would have left the US. In theory, in a worst-case-outbreak scenario, one of the first things the authorities would do would be to ground all flights in an attempt to control the spread.
Personally, I don't know if I'd want to use a car or any vehicle. Vehicles are noisy and attract attention. IMHO, it would be better to travel light, at night, be well armed and avoid confrontation. My first form of armament would be a sword for taking out unarmed attackers. Firearms would only be used when absolutely necessary - again, due to noise and undue attention.
kb58 wrote: Opposite tactic: find a map and locate the train lines that cross AU. Go find one of the trains, disconnect the engine, and drive your way to where you need to go. If anyone tries to block you at a crossing, laugh as you drive through them.
Until someone tears up a section of the track... 
How did I miss all this??
If I'm home and the E36 M3-hits-the-fan, I reject your call to shlep across the continent. Rather I head 30 miles away to my sisters' farm in the country. Surrounded by running water on three sides, very out of the way, easily blocked access road. Start going on pillaging runs in my 4x4 Suburban for supplies. All pillaging runs are done in groups of 3-4, two of whom are guards tasked with looking both directions.
It's a modified bug-in scenario. Instead of flitting about the countryside always trying to establish security instead use the resources you know and reinforce them.
In Oz I'd look around for one of their big "ranches", they are pretty well known for high levels of self sufficiency.
How did I get a text message without cellular/inter web service? Maybe I'm reading too much into it...
Trackmouse wrote: How the game works: I give you a scenario, you post how you would get out of it. If anyone calls you on the method and its probability you have to work it out logically (in a second post.) Ultimately I award the "you live" or "you died". Others can sway my judgement. Scenario: the lights just went out. No power, no internet no cell signal, and people have died. You must make a vehicle using what is available Where you currently live. Gas stations are down, but fuel is there. Hardly anyone survived so no helpers. You are starting from home, by yourself. You can only use vehicles available to you today. No laws apply. It is today's date, so consider the weather where you live. you've received transmission via text message that you must make it to the nearest coast line to be rescued by boat in six days, just after that all cell signal goes dark. Go. (I have one, but will wait until others get going.)
kb58 wrote: Make friends with a aboriginal person by trading materials. They know more than just about anyone about how to survive out there. It's not what you have, it's what you know. Opposite tactic: find a map and locate the train lines that cross AU. Go find one of the trains, disconnect the engine, and drive your way to where you need to go. If anyone tries to block you at a crossing, laugh as you drive through them.
You die! (The aboriginal was a cannibal!)
Australia scenario:
My first move is to get the berkeley back to the airport- town is full of crazies and everything here has been looted already. I can't fly a plane but I can damn well drive, and I know exactly what has enough capacity to get me to my destination- the fuel truck. It runs on diesel, but it'll run just fine on the jet fuel in the back. I route the fuel hose straight around and into the gas tank, working in the cover of an empty hanger.
Next step is armor- using another stolen airport vehicle, I drag large containers, dumpsters, and anything else with heavy steel back to the hanger. I armor the entire truck, including the undercarriage, and build a cowcatcher for the front- it takes a long time and a lot of energy to do this without power tools, and the truck isn't pretty, but it's beefed up and ready to roll in one long day of work.
On our way out, we hit the terminal for food and water. I'm having to dodge the occasional lunatic but people are pretty few and far between here; the violent ones have taken out the rest and are working on eachother now, so their numbers are dropping steadily.
What follows is a long-ass drive down 87, but apart from the occasional madman in a car (easily dispatched with the cowcatcher up front) all we see is desert and abandoned road trains. 87 becomes A87 as we move south, but we still barely encounter anyone until we near Port Augusta.
We drove through the night, and as the sun rises, we hear a roar approaching from behind. Soon, an S15 with 8 exhaust pipes sticking through the hood pulls alongside us; I fear the worst, this thing looks serious- knobbly tires, armored windows, and the unmistakable sound of an uncorked LS. But when we look closer, it's obvious the occupants mean us no harm- they're grinning and waving like crazy!
Pulling over, we both step out of our vehicles. "Why hasn't anything happened to you?" I ask
"Dude, it turns out, that when your main personality trait is being awesome, the superflu just makes you MORE AWESOME!" the scruffy S15 driver yells. "C'mon Marty, let's get them to camp."
The other occupant of the S15 says nothing, but opens the passenger door for us. We climb in, the next few hours are a spectacularly good time tearing ass to the survivor's camp, and... that's how we were saved by Marty and Moog from Mighty Car Mods.
In reply to ¯_(ツ)_/¯:
Chris wins the Aussie scenario. 
Ian F wrote: In reply to ¯\_(ツ)_/¯: Chris wins the Aussie scenario.
+1
Chris wins just because.
Yeah, i got nothing.
Aussie, stay home in the first place.
Glad everyone liked my M. Night Shamalamadingdong plot twist. 
I'm going to take the liberty of assuming I then get to write the next scenario- at this point people should probably start their posts with which scenario they're responding to.
Fairbanks Scenario
Because Trackmouse couldn't decide where to send us in the first place, we somehow all ended up at Skierd's place in Fairbanks Alaska. I mean ALL of us, the entire forum- and everyone brought their best known vehicle. Everyone agrees that, on their way here, they noticed some hostile factions forming throughout the US and Canada, and we can expect a fight whether we stay here or move elsewhere.
The decision is made to push for the GRM headquarters in Florida- and, inexplicably, you have been elected leader of the GRMers, so it's up to you to select vehicles and assign tasks to members of the caravan, as we travel the nearly 5000 miles to Valhalla (or Holly Hill or whatever).
Great, a convoy of Miatas, P71s, and old Swedish iron. Should be amusing at least.
I call roof gunner position!
KyAllroad wrote: Great, a convoy of Miatas, P71s, and old Swedish iron. Should be amusing at least. I call roof gunner position!
You forgot the Korean junk..... or were you insinuating that it would never make it? Meh... you could be right.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯ wrote: Australia scenario: My first move is to get the berkeley back to the airport- town is full of crazies and everything here has been looted already. I can't fly a plane but I can damn well drive, and I know exactly what has enough capacity to get me to my destination- the fuel truck. It runs on diesel, but it'll run just fine on the jet fuel in the back. I route the fuel hose straight around and into the gas tank, working in the cover of an empty hanger. Next step is armor- using another stolen airport vehicle, I drag large containers, dumpsters, and anything else with heavy steel back to the hanger. I armor the entire truck, including the undercarriage, and build a cowcatcher for the front- it takes a long time and a lot of energy to do this without power tools, and the truck isn't pretty, but it's beefed up and ready to roll in one long day of work. On our way out, we hit the terminal for food and water. I'm having to dodge the occasional lunatic but people are pretty few and far between here; the violent ones have taken out the rest and are working on eachother now, so their numbers are dropping steadily. What follows is a long-ass drive down 87, but apart from the occasional madman in a car (easily dispatched with the cowcatcher up front) all we see is desert and abandoned road trains. 87 becomes A87 as we move south, but we still barely encounter anyone until we near Port Augusta. We drove through the night, and as the sun rises, we hear a roar approaching from behind. Soon, an S15 with 8 exhaust pipes sticking through the hood pulls alongside us; I fear the worst, this thing looks serious- knobbly tires, armored windows, and the unmistakable sound of an uncorked LS. But when we look closer, it's obvious the occupants mean us no harm- they're grinning and waving like crazy! Pulling over, we both step out of our vehicles. "Why hasn't anything happened to you?" I ask "Dude, it turns out, that when your main personality trait is being awesome, the superflu just makes you MORE AWESOME!" the scruffy S15 driver yells. "C'mon Marty, let's get them to camp." The other occupant of the S15 says nothing, but opens the passenger door for us. We climb in, the next few hours are a spectacularly good time tearing ass to the survivor's camp, and... that's how we were saved by Marty and Moog from Mighty Car Mods.
You live. But later in life moog eats you. Superflu strain 2.0.
In the fairbanks scenario (btw, my last name is Fairbanks.) I am elected leader of the grm army. I get too easily tangled in my own attempt to give direction and don't delegate, resulting in the convoy rolling down the roads of canadia, aimlessly, fighting car wars with other factions. Someone (maybe Ed?) then asks "so where we going?" I reply "I don't know, Mexico or Canada." You guys all laugh, relieve of me of duty from "leader of the GRM Army" and then you guys give me a beer.
Beer truck, any of the scenarios, the answer is a beer truck
I would try and cross west to east while still in Canada. Bump into the first Canadian I see and quickly apologize. They will be compelled to apologize more profusely as they are overly polite by nature and forget to kill us until we are gone, then realize their mistake and chase us to the border. We need to move just fast enough to stay ahead but not too far that they stop chasing. Once we hit our first group of American fighters we put on our "Making America Great" so they think we are with them while the back of the group begins chanting "Canadian Beer Sucks" in English and French. The horde of Americans we slipped through will now be overwhelmed by angry insulted Canadians. If everything goes well the two groups will take care of each other while we slip safely into the relative safety of the gun free cities of the east coast. While it sound like a bad idea we head into lovely Bayone, New Jersey to board a waiting cruise ship and steam our way down the coast to sunny Florida.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯ wrote: Glad everyone liked my M. Night Shamalamadingdong plot twist.
Ok, so theres a E36 M3pile of us, were in the middle of nowhere and we have all the junk we just brought with us? Why are we leaving? Oh right. Challenge!
So, at this point, ill assume we are extremely heavily armed, well fed, and mostly bored. We also have wallys firetruck full of diesel, aussie steves army of whatever he brought with, and at least two pilots. Probably a plane. (Seriously, why are we leaving?) No signal. Ill bet we have power, as someone would have drug a gennie along.
Heres how i see it. Condense everyone down into the lsrgest vehicles thst hold diesel. So, sampson, the firetruck, whatever else. Maybe grab a bus for spare cargo, and comfort. Put wally up front, along with whoever else has a class a (steve?) With the big rigs. Outfit wallys truck with a cow catcher, to move dead cars. Line everyone up and roll out. Maybe run a light truck with a pair of scouts and a gunner up ahead to check things out. Depending on roads, it wouldnt even be that hard to put a plane up for leads. Run the canadian border to international falls mn. Pick up food, fuel, and beers along the way. Make sure wally is on the firetruck fuel situation, since hes the one that built the thing. Cross in ifalls. From there its about 8hrs to the twin cities. Stop in minneapolis, food, more fuel, some warm clothes if we still need them. Most minnesotans wont realize whats happened, we dont much care about disaster. Ill take lead on the scout team there, since it's my home town. We can run south to the rail yard and grab new trucks, etc as needed. From there its about 23 hours total to gainesville. I already have the route in my phone, available offline, since i drove it two months ago. Atlanta is about 18 hours out. Should be able to do it in 4-5 days tops.
In reply to Adrian_Thompson:
moparman76_69 wrote: In reply to Adrian_Thompson:
Oh good, assuming those are all full of 93, it might be enough to get my Jeep 100 miles
Well since I'm near the Oshkosh truck plant. I'd get my Grand Cherokee full of guns and supplies, and head down to pick out me newest military vehicle. Probably 6x6 with a large fuel tank as it's 1000 miles to NYC. Stopping at farms or trucking type places to fuel up.
OR
If it was nice out, I might consider grabbing a big boat from the Bay of Green Bay and getting to the ocean through the water ways.
My plan was never given an outcome, am I still in transit or just really lost? It's on page 1. Plan holds true for the 6 day trip as well. Rails will go through sparse areas so good chance to hunt and forage as needed. Will certianly see small towns for further supply raids.
KyAllroad wrote: Great, a convoy of Miatas, P71s, and old Swedish iron. Should be amusing at least. I call roof gunner position!
The oil slick should make us hard to catch
I say once we've all met up, we go on the offensive! We get a big convoy together and raid nearby settlements, stealing their women and precious metals. Oh and also any unobtanium unicorn cars/parts of course.
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