These were the same fucking dweebs that were bored to death spending the first few days of the pandemic in their mansions. I kind of picture them torturing each other to death in isolation like the guys in Chuck Palahniuk's "haunted"
Going to be interesting times in the bunker community when the coke supplies start running low.
I'm sure all their luxury bunker security and service staff will happily continue serving them when money becomes meaningless
Especially when a lot of securities family and friends will perish in the catastrophe. I'm sure they will protect the billionaires with all of their might instead of throwing them outside and party hard on the supplies left.
Billionaires are even aware of this problem, I know there is an article where they brainstorm solutions to it.
Edit: I'm pretty sure this is the article: https://onezero.medium.com/survival-of-the-richest-9ef6cddd0cc1
i remember reading they were considering things such as "shock collars" and "biometric keys to the food supplies". lol they are so fucked the mercs they collar will erase them on day 2.
That.. sounds like the premise for one of the wackier fanfics tbh
"In a world ravaged by climate change, the only safe place left is a luxurious bunker. Two men live there: Sherlock, a delicate tech genius, and his supposedly steadfadt bodyguard John. As the temperature rises, so does the tension between the two men. Will love and loyalty win out.. or will class consciousness?
Tags: m/m, AU, BDSM, collar, communism, porn with plot"
don't worry bb I'll write it for u
John laughed. "And what exactly would stop me?"
"Elementary, my dear Watson," said Sherlock.
His long, delicate fingers pressed a button on his phone and suddenly John was clawing at his neck. The collar he had let Sherlock buckle around his neck last night, the strange whim he had indulged as a billionaire's kinky fantasy, was shocking him. It didn't hurt too horribly; it hadn't completely incapacitated him. But by the amused smirk on Sherlock's face, the voltage could go much higher. Sherlock turned off the device and waved a finger at his bodyguard.
"So don't go thinking of doing anything... naughty."
With that he sashayed out of the room, leaving John panting and trembling against the marble kitchen counter. As he collected himself, a curiously blank look came over his face. Sherlock thought he could predict John's every move. A down-on-his-luck army doctor, morals long forgotten in Afghanistan, eager to do anything to save his own skin as nature took its revenge on the birthplace of industrialisation. John was indeed most of those things. Except - a sliver of morals had remained.
The stockpile of stuff in the billionaire's lair could feed a whole town. The medicine stocks alone could save hundreds, in the hands of the right doctor. John could kill Sherlock right now and take it all - his fingers could move faster to Sherlock's neck than Sherlock's to his phone - but out there was an even greater prize. Sherlock was just a tech billionaire. His older brother, Mycroft Holmes, was said to be the real power behind the British government. Wherever Mycroft's hidey-hole was, John was sure it could feed a whole country.
John straightened against the counter and limped slowly after Sherlock. The soldier had one last mission to do for his country; the doctor had one last patient to save.
u see, the tension for liberals here is whether it's ok to kill two billionaires for the sake of a bunch of lame poor people, and the tension for lefties here is whether it's ok to root for a british soldier aka a war criminal. it's really the perfect set up. spicy!
The same reason why Asoiaf nerds have never written a Cersei fanfic where she works at a Wal Mart or is forced to become a peasant
Lack of imagination
They should really go with the biometric keys. So much fun to be had for the mercs passing around a torn out eyeball for the door retina sensor while giggling like little girls.
Yeah it's honestly really easy to just do that with bio metric systems or just torture the shit out of them (mind you a lot of these peeps when this goes down will be weak second and third generation rich and so used to pampering).
supplies
I've read that, pretty sick shit like using food and shelter instead of currency to keep them doing their bidding.
can't wait to crack one open and feast on the succulent bourgeoisie inside
Joke's on them, all their fancy appliances are designed by capitalism, meaning once those little plastic bits that are meant to snap and ruin them, snap off and ruin them, they will just die down there like the worst kind of pharaohs.
But you have to find them. And even the general location of the bunkers themselves.
The last place I'd want to be during a climate apocalypse is in a bunker with these psychos, no matter how large or nice it is.
It's not for the climate apocalypse though. For that they'll all relocate to exclusive mountain resorts, New Zealand and snow free parts of Antarctica.
Blobs are the best emojis google should be fucking killed for touching my precious lil dude
What would be the best way to destroy a billionaire bunker? Now these things are made to withstand nuclear blasts, but those basically blow in every direction. Something more focused would have to be used. Could a depleted uranium rod dropped from an orbit do the job, or would that not be enough? Or maybe there is a weakness in the air intake or at the entrance.
Block the air exhausts. Gas and air filtration are necessary parts of any bunkers and you simply can't build them without this weak point. Blocking them will kill the occupants one by one and any remaining ones will figure it out. They will either abandon the facility or choose to die.
Finding these exhausts might be a challenge though. They can be extremely discreet.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hydrogen_cyanide#Production_and_synthesis
So who is working in these bunkers? Like running the coffee shop or theater, cleaning the pools, etc.? Do we get a side of slavery with our luxury? After all, it's not like the employees can quit and leave if they're locked in a bunker....
