3. Feeling Pretty Damn Confident About An Actual Apocalypse
How bad could it be, right? Provided you've got a decent place to knuckle down, you can amass a pretty effective private army by just wandering up to them, crafting all sorts of weapons from clockwork parts and discarded plates, and then getting to work blasting the holy hell out of whatever abominations have emerged in your wake. Hell, even if that doesn't go to plan, you'll be an immortal ghoul with only a few facial scars to worry about. Life's a doddle.
