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"Amusing little experiment"

Just for morbid fun, nothing else.
The scene is this:
You are in front of your computer emailing a mate. The 3 minute warning goes off and you have 3 minutes - 180 seconds - to write your message.
Time yourself, and dont cheat because otherwise it's pointless.
Strictly limit yourself to 3 minutes exactly, when that 3 minutes is up, stop writing even if it's mid sentence.
You were writing to your mate to express your fears at the escalating conflict around the world.

3 minutes exactly.
Go

Forget writing anything, I'd use the 3 minutes to find the safest place possible because if it's not a direct hit - and this town has stuff all of value - there is a damn good chance of survival.

~~Belldandy~~

The rule is you *will* die, that's the point.
No mobiles, no safe havens, no special underground bunkers.

I just wanted to see what people would write.

Remember that, in life, you were my friend.

Nothing else is important.

Remember that when I needed you, you were there, even now when I think of you, I smile.

No regrets, life's too short.

Belldandy wrote:
> Forget writing anything, I'd use the 3 minutes to find the safest
> place possible because if it's not a direct hit - and this town has
> stuff all of value - there is a damn good chance of survival.
>
> ~~Belldandy~~

Yeah it'd be great fun eating radioactive food, whilst fighting giant cockraoches and mutant rats. Actually that might be quite entertaining. A bit like eating a Big Mac on a tube train at rush hour.

It's all very well saying "I would write this", but in reality, if the situation arise, you would almost all write something completely different.

Your obvious wisdom is astounding.

The sagacious one wrote:

> cockraoches and mutant rats.

Don't mention this to Unbeliever

I'm so clever, I catch myself out sometimes

*swivels on chair*

HEY!

Ineedsleep wrote:
> The sagacious one wrote:
>
> cockraoches and mutant rats.
>
> Don't mention this to Unbeliever

Too late scumbags. That's why I'd rather die in a post-nuclear environment. I dread to think about the field day the rats would have.

And they DO exist. You know what type I'm talking about - big black ones, the size of cats, with razor sharp yellow teeth and red eyes dripping with malice.

Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

OK, I failed miserably...