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Growing up in the 80s, with the spectre of nuclear war hanging over our heads, I was hopelessly obsessed with the End of the World. Bands like Killing Joke, The Exploited and even pop-sensation Frankie Goes to Hollywood sang about the grim possibilities, while the TV movie The Day After painted a frighteningly-plausible ruin to mankind. Heck, even Judge Dredd had Mega City One under attack by the "Sovs."
At 14-years-old, I figured we had a couple of years left if we were lucky. So what was I going to do if Big Red sent some heavy metal to Calgary? Ride my bike to Cochrane and hope for the best? Try to track down my family across town? Grab one last Slurpee with my school chums and toast our last few minutes?
While I'd like to say I've outgrown my nuclear apocalypse paranoia, I've really only expanded the list of potential threats...viral outbreaks, superstorms, killer bees, etc. And as always, while I'm great at worrying, I still haven't figured out much of a survival plan. So if the "fit hits the shan"...I'll see you in line at 7-Eleven.
