I just finished reading a very interesting book. After reading it, I came to an interesting thought. Suppose today is the last day of humanity. What to do? Last day, but there’s so much to do! Say goodbye to all your friends, commit a bank robbery, dine at a restaurant for an exorbitant sum. In general, you never have time. And in general, you can rejoice all day, realizing that tomorrow we will all leave together (and this is no longer scary at all).
What will you do? What mood will you be in?? What will you do during the very end of the world?? Save yourself and that’s it, or just light a cigarette?
P.S. Delirium of a sick person.
P.S.S. Throw tomatoes. Nazdorovye.

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There is even a joke on the topic:
2 men meet, the first to the other:
-Listen, what will you do if I tell you that tomorrow will be the end of the world??
-Ummm… I’ll fuck everything that moves! What will you do?
-I’ll try not to move.

depending on the apocalypse, if there’s https://magicredcasinoonline.co.uk/games/ a nuclear bomb, then I’ll wait it out and go kill the skags (Borderlands rules!) to this song:

with me everything will be like this (I already wrote this in one topic, but I’ll write it here).

How it all started.
I woke up from a brutal day, my head hurts, my mouth is dry.Somehow I got out of bed, barely hobbled to the refrigerator, and oh, there’s no beer, no kvass, no brine.Okay, I got dressed somehow, went to the nearest supermarket (it’s actually next to the house, about 20 steps to be exact)))), the road was painful, every step was difficult, and it felt like I was going to vomit right now.Yes, and it seems that other people also had a holiday yesterday))), they also barely hobbled along the road.Well, okay, I got to the supermarket, hobbled to the alcohol section, and then I realized that I couldn’t take it anymore.Here I somehow muttered to the sales consultant who was standing at the other end of the department, “Man, I can’t take it anymore, the hangover is cruel, I’ll drink right now, then I’ll pay, okay.”?".In response, I heard an incomprehensible grumbling.I took this as a sign of approval, although honestly I didn’t understand anything from his words, but I didn’t really care.I take a 7 liter Baltic in a jar from the shelf and drink it all in one gulp, in about a minute.Then I breathe out a reliever and say, “OH, OK.”. uhhhhh".Then I immediately felt better, the hangover practically subsided, I began to feel great, cheerful.I went to pay for this empty jar.Hmm, there’s no one at the cash registers? Weird.waited 5 minutes, no one.Shouted to the sellers, no sound.I think, I don’t care, I left the money and the bottle and went outside.I go out and see a man standing there, apparently he’s also not being childish.
-Well, I also had a good walk yesterday?)).I said.
In response, he muttered something.
-Yes yes, as I understand it)).I said again.
Then the man raised his face, and I realized that things were bad.His face was torn, there was blood on his lips, his eyes were completely empty.
-WHAT THE FUCKING FUCKING LIGHT. I shouted.
I abruptly walked away from him and began to look around.And, ma faka, I saw that all people are like this.
They began to slowly approach me.Apparently, while I had a hangover, they perceived me as one of their own.After a mountain of 20-story mats, I ran home, and these zombies still didn’t lag behind, they even somehow sped up, one might say they even ran, and all this time they were growling shrilly.I ran to the door, abruptly took out the key to the intercom (one might even say I was lucky, usually in a panic it takes a long time to look for everything and then falls out of my hands), I run in, close the door right in the face of these creatures.I run into the apartment, and my first thought is that everything needs to be barricaded.And so, 5 hours later, all the windows and doors are blocked.
Here’s my story, it’s the end of the world, I was drunk, but I survived.

Provided that the end of the world is absolute, that is, everyone will die one way or another. I’ll probably spend it like an ordinary day, go somewhere beautiful with my friends, most likely go to the seashore and meet there calmly in a friendly company. But again, if there are no options. Although this is true, why run, rush around, pray for salvation?? This will do more harm than harm. Of course, it’s a no brainer that there will be a lot of alarmists, but to hell with them. “You must live every day of your life as if it were your last” (c) Very clear quote)))

Well, what does it matter, if you’re the only one who knows that tomorrow is the end of the world (unlikely), then yes, you can do something weird. But most likely EVERYONE will know about it. And this means one thing – Chaos, absolute anarchy, looting and whoever has his own club, barrel, ax, shovel (underline as appropriate) is right. If there’s a shotgun in the closet, then you’re a king; if there’s a new football shirt, a console, a dress (who the hell isn’t kidding), a smartphone, a watch (underline as appropriate) – then you’re meat that’s better off keeping a low profile..
This is the logic, and no restaurants for you.