Once upon a time there was a book or story where the inhabitants of a modern western town were transplanted to a medieval setting. Edit: It was "Dies The Fire" by SM Stirling.
"Wow, isn't that neat setting!" Friend A exclaims!
We started talking about what we'd do if we'd been among the people transplanted.
FuzzyGeff's reply was simple and galvanizing, he said, "Die."
FuzzyGeff has several severe respiratory ailments that he takes medications for. With those meds, he leads a pretty normal everyday life; without them, he's a deader and dead in a long lingering suffering way.
His response colored a lot of our post-apocalyptic role-playing sessions. For example in Twlight 2000, since the war went nuclear and societal collapse happened in 1997, by 2000 there are no people like FuzzyGeff alive anymore. Their meds ran out and they died.
You can't even stock up well either. It's generally hard to get more than your just-in-time model prescription grants you and those things have expiration dates. Eventually they'll lose potency no matter how many you've stashed away.
"Wow, isn't that neat setting!" Friend A exclaims!
We started talking about what we'd do if we'd been among the people transplanted.
FuzzyGeff's reply was simple and galvanizing, he said, "Die."
FuzzyGeff has several severe respiratory ailments that he takes medications for. With those meds, he leads a pretty normal everyday life; without them, he's a deader and dead in a long lingering suffering way.
His response colored a lot of our post-apocalyptic role-playing sessions. For example in Twlight 2000, since the war went nuclear and societal collapse happened in 1997, by 2000 there are no people like FuzzyGeff alive anymore. Their meds ran out and they died.
You can't even stock up well either. It's generally hard to get more than your just-in-time model prescription grants you and those things have expiration dates. Eventually they'll lose potency no matter how many you've stashed away.