Two young Americans
go on holiday to Iceland. One morning they wake up and the entire world's
population has disappeared.
Apart from a bit of
fun, they mostly mope about wishing everyone else was back rather than having a
fucking blast of a time.
If I was in their
situation, I would balance structure and fun to ensure I lived well in the
absence of services and people we depend on but never got bored in this quieter
world. My average week would go:
Monday - Naked food
shopping for the week ahead.
Tuesday - House
firebombing.
Wednesday - A nice
nap.
Thursday - Drink
driving.
Well, what difference
will it make? 140mph in a 20mph zone... Nobody around to accidentally catapult
into a building or anything. Although no one to high-five afterwards would be
disappointing.
Friday - Shouting in
libraries.
Saturday - Day at the
beach.
Sunday - Roast
dinner. Mostly tinned stuff.
7.45/10
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