Important Thought Experiment

[bart]

I actually changed my mind about the crocs, sticking with buffalo and hunter

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Arenas are large, so I’m with Bart on the rats factor. I’m going hunter, and wolves maybe? The animal selection is tough. I like the speed and amount of wolves.

[B]

You guys are crazy. You might survive this scenario, but you'll definitely have no limbs, ears, or dick, and you'll have brain damage from multiple concussions.

If you were forced into this choice, find the fastest path to death.

[Ello Sailor]

If you don't take the rats, aren't you kinda forced to take the wolves? How else are you going to kill the rats?

Hunter and wolves, but I agree with B -- your dick and ears aren't making it out of that arena.

[Bi_3]

Arenas are large, so I’m with Bart on the rats factor. I’m going hunter, and wolves maybe? The animal selection is tough. I like the speed and amount of wolves.

According to Reddit, 10,000 rats would cover ~2100sqft or roughly half a basketball court.

[bart]

A hunter with a high caliber rifle and unlimited ammo could make short work of the gorillas since they’re large and relatively slow, probably also the bears and lions. Wound one of these animals and the wolves are going to instinctively turn their attention to it. In any case ten wolves cannot take down even one healthy full-grown buffalo from a pack of ten. The crocs still worry me but I think several would get trampled to death pretty quickly. If I’m wearing durable clothes the rats would have a negligible effect, the hawks would be painful but likely not fatal in an hour.

[bart]

I’m assuming the hunter is placed somewhere up in the stands with a good view of the whole arena and not just like standing next to me

[BurtReynolds]

No way a hunter takes down all those apes, bears and lions.

We are so fucked.

[BurtReynolds]

The hunter is in the arena like everything else! Obviously!

[Ello Sailor]

10k rats are going to knock you on your ass, then they're going to find a weak spot. They could even suffocate you in a pile-on. "Durable clothing" isn't gonna do shit.

[Ello Sailor]

Maybe asking the hunter to kill you with a clean shot is the best way to play this game.

[B]

Arenas are large, so I’m with Bart on the rats factor. I’m going hunter, and wolves maybe? The animal selection is tough. I like the speed and amount of wolves.

According to Reddit, 10,000 rats would cover ~2100sqft or roughly half a basketball court.

Those are big rats. I figure an average of 7inX2in rats and got 972 sq ft.

[Bi_3]

That AR-15 for hunting doesn't sound so bad now, huh libtards?

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[B]

That AR-15 for hunting doesn't sound so bad now, huh libtards?

[Chris_H_2]

Anyone who's ever taken the G train isn't very scared of 10k rats

[trag's daily quota of professing his new york city bona fides met]

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[bada]

The question says that the animals are going to defend you which denotes a level of intelligence and loyalty that might not be realistic but neither is the scenario and lets face it an animal that is willing to die for you is worth more than an animal that wants to eat you. Rats and lions wins.

[Chris_H_2]

Anyone who's ever taken the G train isn't very scared of 10k rats

[trag's daily quota of professing his new york city bona fides met]

hey i did't say shit about bison!

[JuanHamm]

You've got to take the hunter. Animals kill each other too slowly and who else is going to kill the bears?