| You son of a bitch, why did you have to remind me of that? ["that" = My Screw Up, aka That One Scrubs Episode]
Treatment is simple. Go to Panucci’s Pizza, get slice, pet dog.
I saw a theory online that I'm fond of where essentially, John Wick isn't an action series so much as it is a fantasy series, with Wick being the protagonist who managed to extricate himself from the world of the Fae at one point but is brought back into their wars by his actions to deal with the assholes in the first movie. The reason it gets more and more ridiculous and unbelievable (if it were a gritty action film with logic and rules), is because it's actually high fantasy faerieland. That's why everyone he meets also happens to be an assassin, and Central Park is full of assassins, and you have comic levels of damage soaking and ridiculous weapons.
I feel like a good way to describe the Infinity Engine games is like this:
Icewind Dale is a new GM who mostly read Gygax's original DM guide and is mostly just trying to kill you and shake you down for money. The players filled out the sheets but none of them are RPing.
Baldur's Gate two years later... The DM knows the setting, does all the voices, has more minis than a Warhammer addict with two mortgages. The players all have detailed five page backstories written and the DM is building them all into the campaign.
Planescape is another two years later. Nobody gives a shit about setting. The players are trolling the DM, the DM is trolling the players. This guy's a Teletubby. That one's just a head. Oh you're a human fighter? That's boring. Yeah but I've died like a million times and keep reviving with no memories. Oh that's cool you find your own severed finger in a pickled egg jar and eat it for +1 dexterity.
Prepper culture is basically just an insane fetish. They desperately want the world to fall apart so they can do whatever they want, so they view everything through that lens and thus the world is, paradoxically, always on the verge of falling apart. They watch the news in a constant state of sexual frustration as the world stubbornly doesn't die, relieved only by thinking about how great their personal kingdom is going to be or by buying some insane new prepper shit.
If the world falls apart, all their little bunkers and buckets of survival food and bullets and guns won't matter for shit. If you want a moderately decent life, the number one most important thing will be other people, not driving them off so you can be god-king of your pathetic little plot of land. Doesn't matter worth anything if you have an actual belt-fed heavy machine gun with a million rounds of ammo on a turret with a pillbox protecting your place because if a hundred people band together and want your stuff, you're fucked. All they have to do is keep you awake for a couple days, then walk up and bash your head in when you pass out from exhaustion. In the meantime, the rest of their group is out doing farming and hunting and fishing so some parts of the group can focus on things besides growing food. All you prepped was a great storehouse with possibly a nice food bonus. If you want prep anything of actual value, start piling up books on medicine, agriculture, etc to make sure that it isn't all lost when the internet goes down.
And nobody has enough time to be usefully expert in everything you want for a decent life. Even just to get back to say, 1800s-level living, you're talking farmers that specialize in animals, farmers that specialize in crops, fishers, specialists to convert those products to food/clothing items, the specialty trades for wood/stone/metal crafting, doctors and vets, and the organization to administrate it all. So even a small independent community is going to need on the order of a couple hundred adult specialists, plus their families. Even if you have the skills to make it as hunter-gatherer, you're going to die relatively young and probably from something stupid like a bad cut or a dental cavity.
[Beskar] is immune to all things, including but not limited to: blasters, lightsabers, lightning, malfunction, blunt kinetic force, asteroids, the consequences of one's actions, asteroids, the criminal legal system, sith lawds, the vacuum of space, the total obliteration of the concept of time, revolution of the proletariat, and negligent slip and fall from the lack of a wet floor sign.
