The year is 2054, the cash me outside girl is running for president. She is the only one. The Republican party all died in freak accidents. Anons still go to 8kun, baking bread after bread, knowing full well this part of the plan and Q will one day return to bring the storm. Many of whom stayed behind during the great Rapture where all 4 christians were lifted to the heavens by Jesus. They didn't want to miss the storm.
No one owns guns anymore, the UN raided the entire world, night after night until they were all gone.
Even the police have given up their guns and only carry cattle prods and huge battle axes.
Masks are still required, but now they cover your entire face and head, along with the attached gown. Most people are forced to wear black, our leadership, exclusively wears white and Red.
We no longer identify by gender. We are known by our favorite potato chip flavor. Still waiting for the storm, I am, Cool Ranch Dorito and this is my story.