And guess what, I see some strangeness going on at the blog awards.
There has been talk of badges, OK fine. There has been talk of robes, hmmmm. There has also been talk of rubber and whips. I won't mention any names here. Midge.
So I have used my power of "being able to see into the future" and this event is going to lead to the end of civilisation as we know it.
The cult of Lima bean pickers comes into its own after initially getting everyone at this event so pissed that they sign their lives away to wear robes and work in my front garden. With all of their belongings and assets Milan goes nuts and invests in weapons of mass destruction. Once SL has been deposed, disposed and considered out of the picture, it is not long before the rest of the world, worried about Milans madness, join our fellowship. The problem is as the original founder is gone the rest of us have to take up the mantle of "Leaders". With everyone in robes the only thing we can wear is rubber. It chafes.
So already we have seen a drastic change in the way the world works but it gets even worse when a deformed but still very much alive SL pops back into the picture with a resistance group called "LBPO". Lima bean pickers out. With only a small following it takes a long number of years for his minute force to build enough power to be a force worth reckoning with. It is then that the inevitable happens. Milan goes more nuts and presses the big red button beside the bed.
The aftermath is weird. The face of the world is changed, to a scarred, blackened shell of its former self. Who knew rubber would save us. Four nine is still around. But as everyone is related or hates each other at this stage bringing back life to our decimated planet is a no no. Idiot is the last now, the rest are dust. I can see myself sitting on a chair in a burnt out O'Connell Street. The noodles are all gone. Soon I will starve.
So the question is, should we let Milan come to the awards?