A few days ago i made the decision to stay put and ride out the third strongest storm in U.S. history. I boarded up my windows, locked up my roof hatch (I uh......wont explain why I built one of those.). Stocked up on food, water, batteries, and gas. I cleaned, checked, and tested my Rifle several times over to make sure it was in working order, and I made about 100 rounds of .30-6 ammunition for it. I sharpened my Machete.
So, now I was ready for 150+ mile per hour winds (I dunno what youd call it for you metric lads), and I had an unnessesary amount of ammo for looters (and a sword....ya know..just in case). I was ready.
So what happens? The damn thing turns north at the last second and I get wind gusts of 20 mph and a rain so light, that I didnt even see a puddle on my street.
BORING! I want action! I wanna be the crazy old coot on top of his roof sniping poor people going house to house and looting the sweet rewards within. Urg.