Entropy wins all wars. We may win a skirmish here, or a battle there, but in the long run, entropy is ever victorious. The things we know and care about, from that which matters to that which is but a passing fancy, are all but dust in the ancient and ever shrinking interval between now and the ultimate fate of the universe, whether that be in fire or in ice.
This is a thread to predict the end of things.
I'll start.
You will not be able to play a single game that you purchased on Steam by no later than 2038.
I predict this thread will end up in Cleveland in a matter of days.
"Shell me, beaches!" - NSMike
I predict at least one current member of GWJ will achieve a form of immortality and thus will never end.
You've never known true joy until you've shaken a lich stick at someone.
Everything ends.
Fire it hot.
Water is wet.
I predict that "Fire it hot. Water is wet." will never stop being an appropriate reaction to a statement of obviousness.
Steam: [GWJ]MeatMan | "Now I know where to go if I have a hankering for testicles." –Higgledy
Do you want liches? Because that's how you get liches.
Dude.
*points to sig*
You've never known true joy until you've shaken a lich stick at someone.
Well, I'm a paid Alcor member, so I'm betting you're right!
You heard it here first, gang. Serengeti is a lich.
You've never known true joy until you've shaken a lich stick at someone.
Liches get stitches.
If everything ends then all endings end.
Being fangoriously devoured by a gelatinous monster.
redfang#1780
And with strange aeons even death may die.
Not yet, but someday!
Oh my, that was quick. I feel as though we should suss out human-masquerading extraterrestrials next or, you know, those unsavory powdered milk folks (I'mSorryButThatSh*tJustAin'tRight).
ps. SillyRabbit called it. But hey, that's thread entropy for 'ya.