over the course of the whole generous week that I was given to prepare for the end of the world, I managed to get a lot of shit done if I don't say so myself. I did everything from pilfering warehouses from all over the united states (love apparition and phoenix travel) of water and canned food or MREs, to at the end, hitting a military army depot that held guns, ammo and even different types of shoulder fired missiles such as javelins and so such. To finish that off, I also raided some military surplus for some uniforms and shit.
With all this done I decided it would be best to take a play out of Victor Strands playbook early on and go the sea faring route initially to start anyways. It was a bit obnoxious to deal with the lack of money issue but I decided to go the cheat route, find the richest asshole criminal that I could and Imperious his ass. Thus took me to a drug cartel in Mexico. I had the asshole sell as much of his own assets as possible quickly and then had him purchase me the yacht I always wanted in my past life. was this frivolous? probably... did I care? probably not. Its an 439' yacht called Serene, sleek and beautiful and mine... I had him make sure that all the crew hired for the ship are younger and have no dependents as that would be annoying to lose my crew due to wanting to go find family and shit or if they were worthwhile to bring their family for a few days vacation on the cruise.
It took some extra effort from myself since the Russian bastard who owned it really didn't want to sell it, but all hail the mind arts! I decided to keep on some of the crew but had to get rid of the majority of them as they were too loyal to the big Russian. The rest were simply eye candy and didn't really like him either way. (Passive legilimency ftw) had to find my own captain though so that was a pain. I also had them stock the ship plum full of crap that we would need or at least want in the future. Big ass crew of 50 something, a lot of mouths to feed off the bat.
With my toy taken care of and our meeting with the big Russian over, my drug dealer much poorer, me being happy but not yet satisfied, I also had the little shit who I could tell wanted to gank me for raping his bank account, buy me a small cargo container ship, it would fit sixteen 20ft containers comfortably. one container would be full of all kinds of clothes, blankets and anything else necessary. one would be filled with all kinds of different hygiene supplies. and the rest would be filled with pallets of non perishable food and water and other drinks. the crew hired for that ship would be vetted carefully by myself using my mind juju. both vessels would be anchored out at sea waiting for my call on a satellite phone, possibly under minor compulsion to not just leave my ass. The captains of both ships, the day they arrived, would be informed, generally anyway, on what was happening across the world.
I also had the asshole rent me a home in Rancho Palos Verdes, CA, in the same area overlooking the ocean and easily accessible to the ocean, thus my future yacht. all this combined had to have cost the prick hundreds of millions, not just for the things themselves, but to get the wheels rolling faster.
Now that most my preparations are in place or at least have the ball rolling on them, there isn't really much for me to do other than explore the world for the next few days, maybe meet a few people, then see where things are at when everything begins to kick off.