Post-Apocalyptic Nomadic Warriors Quotes

“when the end came and there was initial chaos and rampant starvation, people learned all too well that you could not rely on stuff. You needed friends. A dead phone provided no companionship; an empty house no comfort. The latest fashions provided no food, but you could always eat a close friend.”
― Benjamin Wallace, Post-Apocalyptic Nomadic Warriors: A Duck & Cover Adventure

“You needed friends. A dead phone provided no companionship; an empty house no comfort. The latest fashions provided no food, but you could always eat a close friend.”
― Benjamin Wallace, Post-Apocalyptic Nomadic Warriors

“A world where no child need cry because you didn’t buy him that ring pop at checkout, even though you know that he’ll never finish it and it will just end up a sticky mass of carpet lint and hair somewhere under the seat of the car. A world where no child need cry for want of shelter or love. A world where that child will finally just shut his cake hole.”
― Benjamin Wallace, Post-Apocalyptic Nomadic Warriors: A Duck & Cover Adventure

“Stand. Stand against this threat. Stand with your heads held high—for you are the true possessors of this world’s future. Stand proud. And I will stand with you. This is our world to rebuild. Not theirs. Ours. So, let’s not fuck it up. - The post-apocalyptic nomadic warrior from a speech given at the gates of Eternal Hope, Colorado, moments before the Massacre of Eternal Hope, Colorado.”
― Benjamin Wallace, Post-Apocalyptic Nomadic Warriors: A Duck & Cover Adventure

“It’s a bomb’s nature to change the landscape a bit. It makes green things brown, tall things short and living things dead. But, more than rearranging the scenery, it changes people.”
― Benjamin Wallace, Post-Apocalyptic Nomadic Warriors

“Complacency precedes catastrophe,”
― Benjamin Wallace, Post-Apocalyptic Nomadic Warriors

“Just before the world ended, people hated the word moist. Poverty was still a problem. Terrorism was a big issue at the time. Genocide was always happening somewhere. But you had to be careful when using the word moist. It was acceptable if you were describing cake, but if you used it in any other sense you were sure to get a talking to. Most people didn’t know a terrorist personally. If we had, then maybe more of us would have told them off with stern words and clever slogans. You couldn’t yell at poor people at all. It wasn’t acceptable. You couldn’t even wonder out loud why they were poor without being an insensitive ass. You couldn’t even suggest a new solution to the problem without being labeled horrible things. Perhaps it was this lack of outlet that caused so much frustration regarding the word moist. We couldn’t do anything about international terror or rampant poverty, but we could always chastise a friend for using a word that made them uncomfortable. Maybe this is why so much effort was put into hating the word. They scorned their friends whenever it was used and followed the scorning with a two-minute rant about how much they hated the word. They spent time and creative resources developing flowcharts for when the word was appropriate and clever cartoons to express just how much it annoyed them when it was used outside of cake references. They shared all of this on social media and built a wall of criticism that kept people in check. We could shut out what we didn’t want to hear. We felt free to berate anyone who thought different than us. By doing this, we fought the good fight. We were activists despite our inactivity. Moist was a line drawn in the sand and we stood behind our walls daring anyone to cross it. It may seem silly now. It may seem that our outrage was misdirected, but it made us feel safe. We stood behind our walls fighting our own battles against the things that offended us most. Times were good as long as the real problems were well outside our walls.”
― Benjamin Wallace, Post-Apocalyptic Nomadic Warriors

“Before the apocalypse, there was a certain dignity in having a quiet drink in one’s office. The day’s work accomplished, laid out before you, and a shot of bourbon or whiskey was a celebration of a job well done. Mayor David Wilson realized that all the dignity was lost when drinking a batch of grain alcohol—made in the town’s spare bathtub—from a Gerber baby food jar. He slammed the empty bottle on the desk”
― Benjamin Wallace, Post-Apocalyptic Nomadic Warriors

“They kept smart phones in their pockets and family and friends at arm’s length. And when the end came and there was initial chaos and rampant starvation, people learned all too well that you could not rely on stuff. You needed friends. A dead phone provided no companionship, an empty house no comfort. The latest fashions provided no food, but you could always eat a close friend.”
― Benjamin Wallace, Post-Apocalyptic Nomadic Warriors