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It's a poll for people's favorite way for the world to be smashed to smithereens!

It will end in a massive avalanche of Robert Frost poems. Everyone will bleed to death from getting papercuts over more than 90% of their bodies.



Some say the world will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.


Oh no! It's already starting!
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It's a poll for people's favorite way for the world to be smashed to smithereens!

Global Warming will rise temps to unbearble level.
Plague will wipe out 50% of people.

The rest will slowly decline until humans are extinct.

The sun will turn into a Red Giant in about 5 bilion years destroying the earth.

It will end in a massive avalanche of Robert Frost poems. Everyone will bleed to death from getting papercuts over more than 90% of their bodies.

That's a bad way to go. I wish i would have thought of that.

I will press the little red button.

Entropy will set in.

Two gays, a lesbian, and a llama will have a baby, which after years of living in its parents' sin will release a rap CD which will cause kids around the world to strap bombs arround their chests and the worlds youth population will blow it, and everyone else, to pieces.

We leave Earth long ago after much war, plague, and global warming by a man many believe to be the Christ/Messanic/LastAvatarofKrishna/YouGettheIdea figure. After a while (like in five billlion years to be exact) the Sun explodes extermanating all of life

I'm hoping that, some morning, everyone is just going to wake up and say, "You know what? Fuck this shit." and go on a destructive rampage.
After all, human civilization can only keep rolling for but so long, at some point its going to be dragged out back and shot.

It will end in a massive avalanche of Robert Frost poems. Everyone will bleed to death from getting papercuts over more than 90% of their bodies.





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Didn't take long for that one to come out, I see. We are a literary bunch here at NS General, a fact in which I take great pride.

Two gays, a lesbian, and a llama will have a baby, which after years of living in its parents' sin will release a rap CD which will cause kids around the world to strap bombs arround their chests and the worlds youth population will blow it, and everyone else, to pieces.

You know, the worlds religions should do something about all these fucking llamas.

You know, the worlds religions should do something about all these fucking llamas.
They can't touch 'em because the Pope, the Dalai Lama, and every other major religious figure are squarely in the pocket of the Big Llama Lobby.

They can't touch 'em because the Pope, the Dalai Lama, and every other major religious figure are squarely in the pocket of the Big Llama Lobby.

Fuck the Llamas. Let's riot in the streets, break some priceless artifacts and overthrow the Big Llama Lobby.

They can't touch 'em because the Pope, the Dalai Lama, and every other major religious figure are squarely in the pocket of the Big Llama Lobby.

I think its just sick. I throw up whenever I see two llamas kiss in public. I mean that literally: I THROW UP. Freaks.

I think its just sick. I throw up whenever I see two llamas kiss in public. I mean that literally: I THROW UP. Freaks.

How do you feel about interracial Llama/Alpaca relationships?

How do you feel about interracial Llama/Alpaca relationships?

The power of the Pope compels you! The power of the Pope compels you!

I think its just sick. I throw up whenever I see two llamas kiss in public. I mean that literally: I THROW UP. Freaks.
Yes, I and my shoes are well aware of your abnormally overreactive digestive tract. Just remember to turn to the left next time, if you would.

... wasn't there a movie where scientists realized that the Earth was litteraly a giant Egg. and it was starting to hatch...

Yes, I and my shoes are well aware of your abnormally overreactive digestive tract. Just remember to turn to the left next time, if you would.

Not a problem. I carry barf bags with me where ever I go now.

... wasn't there a movie where scientists realized that the Earth was litteraly a giant Egg. and it was starting to hatch...
If there isn't already, then there damn well should be one.

Where else but here can a conversation go from how the world will end to how someone deals with vomitting caused by llamas kissing in public in two pages? There are some days I LOVE this place.
:D

Someone will cultivate a virus that attacks a chromosome found only in humans and release it among the general population. Within a month, 95% of the world is infected. What is the virus? Well, thanks to some clever engineering, it has a dormant period of a year, so by the time the dormant period is up, everyone except for a few isolated tribes in Africa and New Guinea is infected. Everyone suddenly drops dead, and only a few hundred humans remain. Either they die off or they are so cut off from the world that they do not try to affect it.

This sounds more like the topic for some kind of science fiction story.

This sounds more like the topic for some kind of science fiction story.

Reminds me of "The Stand".

I'd have to go with the nanotech grey goo... almost like a virus, but better =). Any yeah, The Stand was a good book too.

However it ends, it would be cool if would end soon.

How will the world end?

Quickly.

if it does not end it will be only more depressive...considering that we will remember how long it has been.

While the big rock smash sounds like a likely way to go, the Earth has taken more civilization-ending asteroid hits during its lifetime than you've had hot dinners and it's still here so a big rock won't likely destroy the planet. It could/would kick up a lot of dust that'd occlude the sun and kill all life but the planet would still be here.

Now a star exploding would destroy the world. Especially if it were our own sun. Problem is that won't happen for a very long time.

For more end of the world scenarios visit How to Destory the Earth (http://qntm.org/destroy) and/or Exit Mundi (http://www.exitmundi.nl/)

Jupiter could give birth to another Venus, and really mess us up. (http://www.kronia.com/electric2.html)

Where else but here can a conversation go from how the world will end to how someone deals with vomitting caused by llamas kissing in public in two pages? There are some days I LOVE this place.
:D

Or on one page, depending on the settings. ;)

You know, the nanotech 'grey goo' is freakishly possible. I mean, once we could make one, it is a realistic demise. Ooooh, wait, what if the 'grey-goo' from another long dead species just floats through space and consumes earth. The goo pond could be huge from constant feeding on space debris.

It'll fall into the Sun. Of course, if the nanotech grey goo hasn't gotten the Sun first.

I think or own environment will kill us long before anything else can. No matter how eco-friendly everyone becomes, I don't think our planet can sustain our gargantuan population. Unless some mass extinction occurs, or something to the effect of the Black Death happens, we will destroy our own home planet.

We occupy less than 10% of the habitable surface of the planet. That includes all of our roads, factories, farms, etc. In the US, it's around 5%. I think we could go a bit higher than that before we hit our limit. It'd never get to the point of Soylent Green but we've got room yet to grow. Keep in mind that the planet sustains a far greater number of other organisms that vastly outnumber and outweigh us, most of which are microscopic or very small. For example, it's estimated that termites alone outweigh us 10 to 1. Just some useless trivia that you'll never use. So you see, overpopulation won't do us in as easily as you might think.

And the grey goo needs something to feed on in space. Matter is pretty darn scarce and just drifting from place to place could take hundreds of thousands if not millions of years so don't worry about alien goo eating us alive. Also, it would need to be able to survive in space for it to get to us from space. And it couldn't eat the sun because if anything gets too close to the sun it loses its electrons and the nuclei fall in the fire.

It'd take an awful long time for use to make enough nanites to start consuming people and the planet and even if they could be taught to self-replicate, it'd take them a very long time to eat the world. And if they somehow did, there'd just be a big ball of the stuff the same mass as the Earth in its place.

An Andromeda Strain situation sounds pretty cool and it'd be nearly impossible to beat or contain, but you have to wonder how something like that got up so high in the first place and how it managed to adapt so quickly to life in space.

The big solar plunge is how the world will end.

The night I hit thirty drinks, and am able to retain full consciouness, I will take drink 31, and suddenly become totally enlightened. The end result will be the Vogons showing up and paving the Earth under for an intergalactic onramp!

The world wont end exactly, It will be cancelled. Then it will become summer reruns and then just reruns that will last 30 times as long and become more popular than it ever was before it was cancelled.

The most creative and accurate mind which the human race will ever have belonged to Amos Q Milrod who was a janitor at Princeton University in 1953 when an overimaginative psychology department chair confused Amos' constant staring intio space in deep cognition (and admittedly poor work output) with catatonia. Amos was locked into a room at an insane asylum. Amos didnt really mind and having spare time he spent the next 37 years in there studiously imagineering and perfecting a more omniscient and omnipotent God than any man before or after Amos ever would or even could. And he did it with a higher degree of accuracy than all but two could have done.

79 trillion years after this there will be a pair of beings with abilities and understanding so far beyond our scope of comprehension that if Amos' God were real it could not with all of its will and power flex a hair sprouting from a sore pimple on one of these beings ass enough to reach a threshold they could even feel. These two were well hard and nobody's fool. By and by their conversation drifted to the fate of the Earth and these are their words:

Being 1 I think it was cancelled too soon.

Being 2 Yup, me too.

Mankind won't go out with a bang, but a wimper.

Also, where the hell is the Nuclear Winter option?

The night I hit thirty drinks, and am able to retain full consciouness, I will take drink 31, and suddenly become totally enlightened. The end result will be the Vogons showing up and paving the Earth under for an intergalactic onramp!

Be careful, Dont smoke, otherwise the enlightenment could be from a fire when your bloodstream has enough alcohol in it to ignite.

Being 1 I think it was cancelled too soon.

Being 2 Yup, me too.
And thus came "Earth: The Motion Picture" and "Earth: The Next Iteration"

It will end in a massive avalanche of Robert Frost poems. Everyone will bleed to death from getting papercuts over more than 90% of their bodies.

Some say the world will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.



Oh no! It's already starting!
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:cool:

Didn't take long for that one to come out, I see. We are a literary bunch here at NS General, a fact in which I take great pride.

Very much indeed.

Did take long for good old Thomas Stearns to show up either. ;)

Mankind won't go out with a bang, but a wimper.

Indeed.

Is it like this
In death’s other kingdom

Did take long for good old Thomas Stearns to show up either. ;)
But I like the full poem so:

The Hollow Men

T. S. Eliot (1925)

I

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer --

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

III

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

IV

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow

Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

Of course there's always REM as well. :D

Phelps will come out of the closet, and the force of the entire world going "O rly?" will shatter the universe.

But I like the full poem so:

Indeed, it's good. One of my faves.

Of course there's always REM as well. :D

Let's see...

The summer heat's finally broken, the weather's beautiful clear, this is the second of back to back long weekends, and I'm on my 2nd Asahi. I feel fine.

Oh dear...

How will the world end?

Not before I'll die, for sure...

How will the world end?

Not before I'll die, for sure...

Entropy will set in.

The sun will expand into a red giant *long* before that.

One day, we decide those Chinese sons-of-a-bitches are goin' down... :D