In a dimly lit room, filled with mindless, bloodthirsty, half-alive, subhuman customers (of Panera Bread) a small group gathered. The smell of locomotive smoke was thick in the air. We had gathered to discuss the coming horde. And what could be done about it. Murmurs of death and carnage were all around the table. I glance down to review the list of items to be discussed in front of me. When I looked back up, four of the nicest guys I've met in some time had railroa, uh, voted me to be in charge of the defenses. In times like this, men gathered into groups to discuss a coming storm often look for a leader. In this case, it's me.
I've delegated jobs to each of them. Others amongst us willing to volunteer, please hold your PM/Emails until I announce all of the positions (so you're not emailing one person only to be handed off to another in charge of volunteers).
Stand watch my friends, keep your weapons close by. In the coming times, death may find you where you stand.
More to follow, please stand by.
May God Help Us All.