Run for teh hills! Stock pile your prims! Hoard all your cash under your mattress and sit tight, holding your cager and wait for apocalypse because THE END IS NIGH!
What the fuck am I talking about? Well DUH! It's the all consuming end of the world that is the Linden labs™®©♥♣◙∟ putting a many little squiggles™®©♥♣◙∟ after their name! Oh NOES! As you can well imagine the residents of Second Life™®©♥♣◙∟ are terrified beyond all belief, bloggers shall be prosecuted and sent to the furthest reaches of hell to serve out their 100 year sentences picking the boils of the bottoms of wildebeasts. Flickr™®©♥♣◙∟ arty types are stuffing their pictures into suitcases and heading for the border.
This huge crushing blow adds to the already traumatised public, their belief in the Lindens™®©♥♣◙∟ shaken beyond all shakability. Few can forget the Broadly Offensive ruling not so long ago when EVERY SINGLE GOREAN™®©♥♣◙∟ WAS BANISHED TO A BIG PIT OF SNAKES, prior to that even was the dreadful monetary crash where thousands were left desolate, forced to sell themselves on the mean streets of cities. You'll all remember the concerts put on by Bob Geldof and his team of gerbils™®©♥♣◙∟ for SLaid™®©♥♣◙∟.
Will we ever survive this apocalypse? Well this Mean Girl™®©♥♣◙∟ doesn't know. But if you want me, I'll be in my bunker.