Damn the bloody stroke of madness that convinced me to Mars Attack my post-apocalyptic Northfield. So much green stuff to fill in the connectors and the gaps. A task suited to someone with a modicum of skill or at least patience.
My ruins might not be ready in time for the real peak-oil induced collapse of civilisation* let alone the start of the campaign, 8 days away.
* I read this book, right. Well not personally, but this bloke down the pub was telling me, right, that we don't have to completely run out of oil, right, or something, and everyone is going to be f*cked, yeah, and the government knows all about it, yeah - you know you can't trust them, 'course, they're stocking up the nuclear bunkers with all the cod and that,like the Ark, but to eat, probably, and David Ike, yeah - right - totally right - apart from the son of god bit, granted. And Cov's second best keeper after Oggie, and Hedman too, I suppose.