A couple of years ago, as I was attempting to organise and invite people to my 40th birthday bash, I jokingly created a Facebook event for my 50th birthday party in the hopes that some of my more hopeless and cancellation-happy friends might just be able to plan around something happening more than a decade in advance. With due appreciation of the fact that nobody can really plan that far ahead.

It started as a joke, and rapidly expanded into a test to see who could read a God damn invitation properly before responding.

I even put a pinned notice.


I mean, obviously Contro failed to get it.
And then there was this guy…

…who did it two years in a row, which I don’t believe can be a coincidence.
It took a turn for the amusing when my friends (who are indeed mighty) took the opportunity to make movie references.

I mean, oof.

And couldn’t be complete without a flux capacitor joke.
And then it became a very weird dystopian sci-fi story told in a medium uniquely suited to construction of a future history. And, I think, has never been done before although I would be very surprised.
And let’s face it, it wouldn’t be the weirdest thing I’d created using social media.











Now it is the year 2020 and this doesn’t seem anywhere near as far in the future as it seemed in 2018.
See you there!
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Contro (intentionally or not) won the internet in those exchanges, I’d say. Although he was just about the only name I could work out due to your censoring. There were some other great exchanges, but I have to give it to good ol’ Elan.
And I’ll try to be there in 2028. Wherever you are.
He did. And his daffy-arse online persona has to be just about the most enduring jokes of the Internet Age. And now of course immortalised in both The Final Fall of Man and The Steal of Time.
Plot twist: Same exact character somehow…