Just wondering, who's read the sample chapters of Stirling's Dies the Fire online. To me it just seems like another Island in the Sea of Time, just minus the bronze age people. Same Walker wannabe and goody two shoes do nicer folks setting up to counter him.
So everything doesn't work no more, electricity, gunpowder, and whatnot. my question is Where were you in March 1998 and would you have survived, thrived, starved to death in the Big Cities, joined a mini nation, formed a mini nation, or just become a loner survialist
For me I had recently turned 16 and was living with my family in a rural portion of arizona, on a small ranch surrounded by extended family, friends, and a close knit ethnic group. my chances of survival would have been pretty high. my father raised horses, had a couple head of cattle, my aunt had several scores of sheep, we raised small plots of corn and like plant foods, and everyone basically knew one another and were related somewhat, a small town among people who identify themselves by the clans and who they are related to. I guess its good to live on a poor indian rez in the ass end of nowhere.
Who knows, maybe the Navajo Nation will rise up and push all the white eyes off the land and resume our old ways of Hopi genocide, Ute fighting, Peublo raiding, and semi nomadic ranching existence. This time we'd know about how to counter anything anyone brings up against us, horse archers are pretty much able to knock out any lumbering army armed with only swords.
So everything doesn't work no more, electricity, gunpowder, and whatnot. my question is Where were you in March 1998 and would you have survived, thrived, starved to death in the Big Cities, joined a mini nation, formed a mini nation, or just become a loner survialist
For me I had recently turned 16 and was living with my family in a rural portion of arizona, on a small ranch surrounded by extended family, friends, and a close knit ethnic group. my chances of survival would have been pretty high. my father raised horses, had a couple head of cattle, my aunt had several scores of sheep, we raised small plots of corn and like plant foods, and everyone basically knew one another and were related somewhat, a small town among people who identify themselves by the clans and who they are related to. I guess its good to live on a poor indian rez in the ass end of nowhere.
Who knows, maybe the Navajo Nation will rise up and push all the white eyes off the land and resume our old ways of Hopi genocide, Ute fighting, Peublo raiding, and semi nomadic ranching existence. This time we'd know about how to counter anything anyone brings up against us, horse archers are pretty much able to knock out any lumbering army armed with only swords.