ICE STORM ARMAGEDDON

 

Yeah, the Weather escalated, firing down in this sleepy little Texan market towne. Are we prepared? 

You better believe it we are. Hat on head and .44 style. Hey, we can always shoot the snow if it gets ahead of itself. But more on this icy deluge later. In the meanwhile, we're fixing to roast a chicken while we still have power. See you on the other side.

Royal Scots forever,

LSP

Thunder Sleet

I thought Thunder Sleet was just a Scandinavian death metal band, but now I know better. It's a vicious weather front, and it moved into this small country town sometime last night. 

Blue Shredder

No one is outside and the only sound that breaks the eerie silence our once thriving farming community is the sound of crazed peacocks, far-off sirens and sleet, washing down on abandoned Dodge pickups.

Good idea, LSP, shoot the sleet.

Here at the Compound we're cleaning guns, loading magazines and roasting joints of meat. I'll drive to the trading post later, for news, barter and supplies.

Ammunition is our currency.

LSP