Recoil
My blogs
| Industry | Arts |
|---|---|
| Occupation | Besides my full-time job, I do everything else. |
| Location | Herndon, VA, United States |
| Introduction | Recoil (AKA Torrie) recently found herself dumped from her own post-apocalyptic nightmare into this world due to the unfortunate discovery of irrecoverable technology within an underground vault. She now spends what little leisure time she gets (when not hunting zombies) reminiscing about life between the irradiated craters. |
| Interests | Post-Apocalyptia, Art in nearly all of its incarnations (Fine, Not-So-Fine, Downright Rude. Okay, maybe not the Downright Rude, but some of the stuff I like may be Disturbing to otherwise normal folk) |
| Favorite movies | The Road Warrior, Mad Max, Mad Max Beyond the Thunderdome, Six-String Samurai, Predator, tons more |
| Favorite music | Dead Can Dance, Kate Bush, Peter Gabriel, Alice in Chains, Imogen Heap, tons more |
| Favorite books | Why don't you ask me which one of these kids is my favorite child? (Not that I have children, I'm just saying) Earth Abides, Riddley Walker, A Canticle for Leibowitz, Alas, Babylon and the best apocalyptic one of them all: The Bible (KJV), tons more |
You have a red jar of cedar chips. Why do moths miss the forest?
Because the deer don't have parties on Halloween anymore and the squirrels armed with Mossberg Persuaders don't make house calls.