Pocket knife and a zippo.

I think it would have been a much better film if the audience had also been kept in the dark about him opening her pod as well. That way we can also go through the range of emotions with her at the same time when she finds out.

Just start the movie from her perspective. Pod opening and Pratt is already there. He tells her his pod just opened and he’s confused too. Then we get the whole “wandering the shipn for the first time” montage where they could drop subtle hints that it’s not actually his first time doing any of those things.

His character is absolutely a bad person, but it’s a situation we can sympathize with because being truly completely alone for any amount of time fucks with people badly. She has every right to hate him for the rest of their lives, but it turns out that if he hadn’t done what he did they all would have died because of the damaged engine or whatever it was (I can’t remember).

They could have made the movie much harder hitting and/or creepy for the first half, but they opted to try and make you sympathetic to his situation from the start.

It’s the movie that always pops into my head when thinking about wasted potential.

I said mostly clean. Yeah you gotta deal with dust, cobwebs and the occasional mouse or whatever, but it’s better than getting literally shit sprayed all over you.

Electricians make good money and the work is mostly clean.

Plumbers make great money and the work is mostly disgusting.

Really it depends on your threshold for gross and how much physical labor you are willing to do yourself.

Unfortunately he only collects tanks.

Tanks are heavy for sure but they aren’t THAT much heavier than a handful of cars. Plus if it’s just for protection against zombies and other humans on foot we wouldn’t need a heavily armored one.

Oh he liked all of us. We used to help him set up his 4th of July demonstration for the neighborhood every year where he would fire a tank shell into the mountainside along with some fire works . We talked to him about our plan on more than one occasion.

• Strength 16 (only because I have abnormally strong legs)

• Dexterity 14

• Constitution 2

• Intelligence 8

• Wisdom 20

• Charisma 16

My friends have had plans for this situation since highschool. We meet at our buddies house in the woods. We commandeer one of his neighbors tanks (his neighbor has one of the largest private collection of tanks). We take said tank (which can run off pretty much any liquid that burns) and drive it to SF where we then forcibly take control of a ferry and drive ourselves and the tank with enough supplies to sustain ourselves for at least a month on Alcatraz.

We figure by the end of the month most zombies will have decayed beyond mobility and should any other humans attempt to join us that we don’t want on the island with us… Well we have a tank.

My friends would notice immediately when we started playing any fps games after work. I don’t wanna toot my own horn too much, but I am decently above average at fps games and my friends tend to like having me on their team since I am almost always top fragging.

If they aren’t weirdly good at shooters people are gonna get suspicious quick lol

I wouldn’t say I loved the weekend but I can’t listen to any of his music anymore because it’s all associated with my worst ex in my head. I bought her his first album. We went to a concert of his together.

Hard to vibe with music when all it does is bring up memories of verbal, physical and psychological abuse. She hit me with her car once because I was begging her not to drive off drunk and angry. She started physically assaulting me and when I pinned her down and called the cops they threw ME in handcuffs the moment they got there (thankfully my landlord at the time backed me up that she was the aggressor). She falsely accused me of rape and would have ruined my entire life had her friend not sent me the evidence that she was just making it all up to get back at me.

Sarah I hope you’re sober now and doing better, but fuck you for everything you put me through.