>coworker I know says he preps
>pretty proud of himself
>tells me about all the shit he has
>nod and smile, pretend it’s interesting
>later, sitting at home, shtf and Sup Forums freaks out
>military collapses under the immense pressure within a month, suddenly /nofood/ and /noorder/
>while eating out of my cats kibble I remember my coworker
>take gun, old military BDU’s and makeshift cat kibble MRE (I’ve had worse, try the veggie omelette)
>foot it to his house and scout it out
>figure out his patterns, see if he goes outside at all, then shoot the bastard and steal his food
>or take a few of my buddies and do something smart like threaten to burn his wooden suburb house down if he doesn’t walk out with his hands up
Those are the fates for the people that tell others they prep. For the people that DONT open they’re mouth, they have a better chance of actually living out their prepper dream, but a more brutal fate if caught.
>be starving townsfolk a couple of months after SHTF
>see man in tac vest that doesn’t have scurvy walking to local shitstore market, or just spotted by a town lookout or some passerby
>people tail him for a while, find out where him and his group of military LARPers are
>”hey, that guy over there looks well fed!”
>start rumors about his grand stockpile of food
>townspeople more interested in him next time he comes to town, or is spotted around
>rumors become more grand
>townspeople become angered
>anger overflows into pure hatred
>”why should he have the food? Fucking hillbilly, he probably never contributed anything before the collapse!”
“Yeah! We should take it!”
>town assembled militia
>plan is formulated
>ranks fanatically moralized by the prospect of a good meal
>next day
>townspeople stalin rush the compound with poorly oriented shitty mass infantry tactics and a few working but fuel starved vehicles
>”hey, ten people died in the process, but we have a month supply of dry goods, a good supply of seeds, and his boots were just my size!